The meds must really be doing their thing, because there's a wordless sound of agreement, followed by what sounds suspiciously like a sigh of contentment. Which, if this is true, Irahl isn't currently being consumed by feelings of restlessness and discomfort, and hasn't even hit the pessimistic bracing-for-things-to-go-wrong stage.

He's stuck far from home, hiding to stay safe, full of grievous wounds and painkillers, but he still seems strangely happy.