Lift- Wakes Teft

“What in storming Damnation are you fools doing?” a gruff voice said from behind them.

Dabbid froze. Then turned around slowly. Lift was perched on the end of Teft’s shelf, absently munching on a ration bar—­Soulcast grain, cooked and pressed. She was pulling her hand back from Teft’s exposed foot, Stormlight curling off her body.
Teft, in turn, was pushing himself up to sit.

Teft was awake.

Rhythm of War Chapter 85