After taking off the last strand of bandage, Elmah didn't feel sore anymore. In hindsight, if he remembered clearly, he wasn't supposed to do this himself; it was supposed to be done by the physician, since according to him, he had to be sure. But Elmah wasn't having it. He had already been taking them off gradually and measuring his body—if anyone knew his body well, it was him, or so he thought. The physician hadn't visited since the day he had him re-mummified, which was understandable given the mourning days in place, but Elmah was very much okay with the arrangement, even if it was not by intentional design.
Since waking up bound in wrappings, Elmah had been noticing unsettling things about his eyes. They activated more often than he could count. Over the past few days, even casual, fast-paced movements triggered them.
