Fait Accompli: An Unwilling Tutelage

[Sal]

"The inn," she answered, addressing the final question first. Perhaps because it was the easiest question to answer. "The squirrel's place. Though I haven't the clearest idea of how I got here. And...." Elke paused.

How did she feel? Like she'd been run through a pasta press, and yet perfectly uninjured at the same time.

"I feel alright. Well enough. Tired, though, like I wouldn't be able to lift anything heavier than a book very well at the moment."

Her stomach let out a faint gurgle.

"Oh! And, um, hungry!"