...was that Brother Dan's voice? Shit. He stuck the book under his pillow - wincing as he did so, his ribcage wasn't that healed up yet - and tried to pat down his hair proper like, or half proper like, but there was barely any way for him to look proper usually, and even less so in bed in nothing but a pair of underpants, so he pulled the cover up under his armpits, blushing furiously. Brother Dan was a man of God!
"That'd be me alright!" he called out in answer, pushing the bravado in his voice to cover the mild panic.