The cuts on his back throbbed with pain, and the wound on his legs itched relentlessly. Lying on his belly had grown tiresome, and the room's warmth seemed suffocating. His hand, injured during their ordeal, added to his discomfort. The smoke from the brazier irritated his eyes, making reading impossible. And worst of all, he had grown utterly tired of the never-ending supply of broth, posset, and milk. What he truly craved was a hearty meal with meat.