Lost Creek Hollow a shell of frozen time

Rannoch nodded; Tarot had forewarned him of the agitation that would come with long-distance travel. "That's great news, Tarot," he replied after the full prognosis had been given, breathing a sigh of relief. When asked about how his shoulder felt, Rannoch considered the question for a moment. "Honestly, it feels stiff— like it needs to be stretched," he answered, glancing down to the injury. "Numb might be the best way of putting it, though." 

Rannoch's gaze then returned to Tarot, his expression disquieted. "Is there something we can do to help it?" he asked.