Stone Circle Because you are the only one for me and to you I am one of many

When questioned, he was silenced; he couldn’t answer her. The reason was his and his alone, held close and kept under watch. He could not tell his sister why he was there, let alone his niece—or, rather, he did not want to. Shaking his head, he eventually said, “I can’t answer that.” His tongue refused to create the words and his lips simply wouldn’t open to grant them passage; to answer would be to paint himself a fool. To answer without knowing if it even mattered… he preferred to let others assume whatever they may.

Attention was drawn back to his wounds, offering relief—with a touch of irritation, which he did his best to shove back down. “If you want to clean them, go ahead,” he said, able to accept at least that little bit of help. Cleaning was simple, after all. It didn’t require much from him, nor would it put him in any compromising positions; he could endure it.