Stone Circle don't break character

Ezekiel could hear voices, another howl, footsteps. However in his barely receptive ears, they sounded more like fuzzy tremors, like the quiet booms after a bomb. He barely felt the poking and prodding, or more he felt it but wasn't conscious enough to comprehend. It's like he was still asleep, but his body was awake. He breathed in slowly, in and out through his nose, though it was shallow. Every time he breathed out, his skin hugged tight to his ribs. He was clearly in bad shape, hunger had taken him. The meat under his skin was not but muscle now.

At last his eyes opened. Just the tiniest slit. Everything was completely blurred out. He could only make out shapes now. It reminded him of the way he'd felt after the fall, how he could only remember the silhouettes of his loved ones. He moved his head barely, trying to look around. He couldn't recognize two of the people around him from their shapes alone, though one seemed familiar. But at last his eyes came to fall on a silhouette that had haunted his dreams for weeks. This was the silhouette he'd travelled across entire territories for.

Meekly he raised his head, shaking as he did so. What he needed most now was rest, however he had to see her. His eyes refocused, and for a moment all he could see was her. Valette. A soft smile fell upon his lips, she was just as beautiful as he remembered. She was safe too, just as he'd hoped. He lay there, staring at her, just happy to finally be with her again. There was so much he wanted to say to her, so much, but that could wait for later.