Sunlight was the first thing that brought Yorik back to the world, as it burned a delightfully warm yellow even through his closed eyes. And then there was the rocking motion as he seemed to be bumped gently from side to side. In time he became aware of the sounds of wheels squeaking, of horse's hooves trotting, and even of voices; men's voices in the distance, speaking easily. The smell of wood and leather tickled his nose, and the scent of strange herbs was finally enough to tell him that he was lying in a medicine wagon. Finally, there was the fact that he couldn't feel his beard. Normally it was hot, sweaty and itched abominably and he would have loved to cut it off except for the protection it offered as it let him look like a wild heart. But no longer. He had been shaved; another sign that he was in the care of the physician. They hated facial hair for some reason. He didn't open his eyes for a little bit. Instead he let them stay closed as he tried to make sense of why he was in a healer's wagon, and in time the memories came flooding through him.
