One downside of rapidly downing a mug and a half of beer, plus not getting out of bed for nearly a full day...he really has to pee, and he knows there is a place to do so outside. It is with great effort that he forces himself to his feet, balance wavering slightly - not unlike her attempt to stand after washing her legs...was that merely two nights before?

It feels like an eternity.

Sarcastically: "I should be fine...so long as I can walk first."

His kilt is covered in blood - most of it Kreyu's, but a bit of Akatan's as well - dried mud, grass stains, and probably some other things that he needs to ignore. He looks at himself, then to Taweret.

"Is there any chance you have another length of linen?"