Swamped

"It's about when I'd be eating," you mutter. "I could use a little swampleaf."

"Oh, right! Keeper thought of that. I've got a few leaves right here. We didn't have time to mash 'em, though."

He hands over the leaves.

"That's all right. I think I prefer 'em this way." You nibble on one. "I mean, the mush goes down easier, but I'd rather take my time and chew."

You feel a little better.

"So are they still going through that stupid meeting? Someone should probably tell the council about Butterfly."

"We told them what we know. Figured she'd either attacked you or let the prisoner do it."

"I think it was her. It's hard to keep things clear in my head right now, though." You start to sit up. "Right, she had a trap. Prisoner's hand was caught in it. By the looks of things, for an hour or more."

"I guess I can pass that along," Glimmer says. "I mean, unless you want me to stay here?"

"Mmf. Give me a moment to think about it."

This probably should be reported. Is there anything else you want him to mention?