Jory sits up with a jerk and a hoarse yell, which peters out in confusion as he looks around the room. It's nowhere he's seen before, and he's dressed in a positively skimpy gown. His patterns are visible. He shivers, looks around again - and spots Kelyn, curled up on the floor by the side of his bed, still fast asleep despite his shout.
"Kelyn?" he tries, and she stirs. "Kelyn! What's going on?"
"Jory!" She rubs her eyes blearily. "Are you all right now?"
"Where are we?"
Kelyn takes a deep breath. "All right, so um you were arrested by Nectan and them, and I found your ragwort bottles but then I got caught and put with you in the wagon and then Inric made a distraction or something and then there was a fire and he rescued us but listen Jory I did magic!"