Mess Hall

The remainder of the group had gathered at a table in the nearly deserted mess hall, where Karl and Dana joined them after loading their trays with random items. 

Karl still couldn't think clearly, and every light source made his head hurt, but not enough that he couldn't just leave them mostly closed while he ate.

"What's the prognosis, monster man?" Doug asked as Karl attempted to operate a canned drink one-handed, as his other wasn't working properly, even if he removed it from the sling.

"They say my head should be better tomorrow, and my arm will work eventually. Good work, by the way, to whoever put that back on. I distinctly remember that it was not attached for a while." Karl rambled.

Lotus smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

"I did the best that I can. I'm a good healer, but that was a pretty gnarly injury."

Karl smiled at the little cleric. "Where's George?"