You blink, and then blink again several more times in surprise. The face looking back at you through the small mirror is mostly a long snout, tipped with a pink nose, and with a pair of slightly beady black eyes appearing where it widens to accommodate your head. Any fine facial details are covered by a short layer of dark-brown fur, which covers most of your body except your pink-tinged tail, which you are only now aware you're twitching animatedly in surprise, and your long hands.
"What on earth happened?" You mutter, lightly tugging one of your whiskers, fascinated by the new feeling. Sister Buttercup overhears, and thinks you're talking to her.
"Well, something happened to you first. You seem a bit dazed, so something or somebody probably hit you over the head pretty hard. After that, you, uh, you died. Then you floated up in the river near the Abby, and, as mice of the order of Redwall, its our sworn duty to look after you until you recover."
"Oh." Still feeling dazed, you just keep up the conversation, despite a few key words clamoring for acknowledgement in the back of your mind, you're too over-awed to keep track of much of anything. "What happens then?"
She hesitates for a few seconds, as if reluctant to tell you. "As a rat, and probably a wrongdoer, there's a good chance some of our warriors will put you out on the road, once you're well enough, of course, and from there you can go wherever you like. "
Realizing you may soon be kicked from the abbey jolts you into a full reclamation of your faculties. "What? But I'm no vermin-I've never killed in my life! Please, can't I stay here?"
The Sister looks at you sadly. "I don't know. Usually, we've gotten nothing but a few hard lessons from letting vermin, er, your kind, stay in the Abbey after we revive them. But, you do seem a bit different than the norm. Most of the villains we drag from the river are more than a little rougher than you, and you just seem...Different. I can't put my paw on it, but I'll tell the elders that you don't want to go, and I'll put in a good word for you. In the mean time, if you're serious about staying, you'll probably have to be moved to the cellar when you're feeling better, in case you're simply trying to steel something or get up to something else like that." You nod, suddenly feeling quite tired. As you rapidly fall asleep, the last conscious thought that buzzes in your mind and strikes you is only one word.
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