[Frey didn't end up in his bed upon his return: he didn't even end up anywhere near house 15. instead, he's slouched unconscious against the side of one of the community buildings.
He's quite the sight, like most of the returned draftees: his hair falling out of its braid, he's dirty with mud and blood from his injuries and managed to make quite the mess of the wall of the building he's leaning against. Hope the residents don't mind the bloody smear.
He probably won't wake for a while yet, exhaustion and blood loss having knocked him out cold as soon as he was shifted back to the village.]
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He's quite the sight, like most of the returned draftees: his hair falling out of its braid, he's dirty with mud and blood from his injuries and managed to make quite the mess of the wall of the building he's leaning against. Hope the residents don't mind the bloody smear.
He probably won't wake for a while yet, exhaustion and blood loss having knocked him out cold as soon as he was shifted back to the village.]