Of course

You awaken to the smell of fresh snowberries, and briefly wonder if you'd gone to Sovngarde.

Wait, did they even have snowberries in Sovngarde?

You eyes opened to one of the inns rooms. You were propped up on several straw pillows and your abdomen was bound in thick linen wraps. Haran propped herself on the bedside table, holding a glass of goats milk. Albeit similar in layout, this was definitely not your room.

"Where am I?" you croaked, flinching at the hoarseness of your own voice.

"You're awake!" the barmaid exclaimed, rubbing bloodshot eyes. You briefly wondered if she'd been crying.

"You're in Nelacar's room...or rather it was his room. That bastard's gonna sleep with the skeevers tonight. Whatever he did ended up lighting up your room pretty fast. We tried to get some snow on it,but...I'm sorry..." she trailed off.

Well, it's not like you had anything of value anyway...

"Dagur went to see the Jarl about paying for the damages. After all, it was his dumb brutes who forgot how to bind a mage properly. Everyone knows regular cuffs don't hinder spellcasting. If I know my husband, the earliest he'll be back is tomorrow, and only if it's with a hefty bag of coin."

The thought of being tended to by Haran alone made you a little hot under the collar.

"Listen," she began "about what you did...I don't know how I-I-"

"MORE MEAD!"

The shout jolted her from her stammering expression of gratitude. The slurring bark came from the main room.

"GO AWAY RANMIR, WE'RE CLOSED FOR TONIGHT!" she shouted back.

"MORE MEAD I SAY! STONES IN YA EARS YA DUMB WENCH?!"

It seems the drunkard hadn't gotten the message. She sighed.

"I have to deal with this"

The barmaid left the glass of milk where she sat and headed for the door.

"Drink up, get some more rest or grab a book if you're bored. We'll talk later."