He sighed one more time before opening the coffin lid. It creaked noisily and he flinched before sitting up, rubbing his left arm back into life. Christ that hurt. He was tempted to lift up the tunic sleeve again, undoing the twine, but decided against it. As much as he could use the distraction, he could do without focusing on that particular problem right now. He’d take care of it. All he had to do was get this thing for the changelings, give Thunder a drubbing, and get back home to Gethrenia. There was bound to be more of the salve there.