"Christ Almighty," Wells says, looking to Spoon for a moment. "Didn't think he'd be willing to do that outside of full moon."

Of course, there was the sword-battle in Fionavar, but still... well, who can tell how these things go?

"All right. He'll be recovered in a day or two," Wells decides. "You two did damned well. Better than I could do under the circumstances, I reckon. Thank you for bringin' him back on his own two feet."