Pfft— Even a cardboard box would be better than the stocks. [He would know. Trust him on this one. Blah blah, something about a tragic orphan backstory.] This place is like a five star hotel next to that pile of cow dung.

[Either way, he's sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall. He'll continue to favor his uninjured arm and shoulder for everything, but even though he chewed Yuna out when she offered to stay with him... He's so relieved to be out of the stocks and somewhere the coyotes (probably) won't get to them.

... Not that any knife happy assholes can't, but. At least he can properly kick their ass now.]