Bepergian figured that if he could at least move his head that he did not retain spinal damage. In fact, he probably should worry more about infection from the dinosaurs mouth. In fact, the memory of the smell nearly made him gag.
He mentally touched on his various body parts and the pains associated with them. When he concentrated on his sides he definately felt the effects of being mauled. He wondered how much of his injuries were from bruising and how much from actual damage by teeth.
He glanced over at the woman, who was still warily watching him. He raised his left arm, which felt stiff and sore, to touch his sides. As he did so the woman made a small grunt and frowned at him. He slowly continued to move his arm to see what she would do. She continued to frown at him but did not move to stop him. He felt along his left side with the back of his hand. He was surprised to find that his light safari jacket was not shredded but he did feel that there were holes in it. He gingerly touched the area where the hole was and felt with two fingers down to where his skin should have been. He found that he was bound with some sort of leather. 'Hopefully clean leather and medicinal herbs,' he thought.
He lay his arm back down and decided to try his feet. He didn't feel any pain from that area. He tried to lift his leg and found the strain caused a wave of nauseating pain in both his sides. He lay gasping for a few minutes, his eyes squeezed shut. When the pain subsided to a dull throb, he opened his eyes and saw the woman standing over him. Her expression a mixture of a frown and an "I told you so" look of indignation. She bent over and examined his sides and the bandages. After a moment of fussing, she grunted with satisfaction that he had not messed up her work.
He looked at her with what he hoped she would interpret as gratitude for her kindness. She huffed at him a bit and then motioned for him to close his eyes. He shook his head. She again motioned for him to close his eyes and then mimicked snoring. She wanted him to rest or sleep. He nodded to her, not sure if she understood, but he closed his eyes and without much difficulty, Bepergian drifted off to sleep.