After several days, her wound began to pain her less, and she began limping around the lodge, familiarizing herself with all its nooks and crannies. The Professor wanted to remove the stitches from her wound after a few weeks, but she had no more appetite for letting anyone touch her, so the stitches stayed. She did replace the duct tape with a cotton pad held on by an ace bandage, part of the first aid supplies that were scattered in convenient places throughout the lodge. Bait improved as well. Within three to four days, he was up and about, first moving slowly and obviously weak, but looking his normal self a few days later. They were all grateful for this chance for their bodies to heal. They were grateful, too, for the abundance of supplies that the lodge held for them. The lodge was like a retreat, a fortress, built specifically to cater to their most basic needs: food, shelter, and safety. There was plenty of shelter, with perhaps a hundred empty guest rooms for them to choose from, and they were all surprise how the heat from the huge fireplace in the center of the lodge radiated slowly out to all parts of the lodge.
