Stone Circle Now, am I wrong?

Flashes of the part almost filled his golden ringed eyes with tears then and there, but luckily his new friend was quick to notice not everything was right. He had not meant to flip out as he had done - had never wanted to make her feel guilty or to earn someone's pity. The same happened the day he met the old, wobbly-eyed witch; how he could not enter the cave that not even nearly resembled the dungeons he had been kept in. He could've sworn that never again would trauma haunt him after his physical wounds were healed, but the present soon proved him wrong. Perhaps the mental scars were deeper than he had imagined.

The golden dancer obviously had not meant for this to happen - neither of them had and Calloon wanted nothing else than to just erase that part of their time together. Sitting upright he let his breaths slow and he could feel the rising of his chest less prominent. When she got closer, he rubbed his cheek on her cheek - much like a cat. Comfort - like Jewels did. Hopefully like you will do.