Whitefish River Crystal Clear

Lazily he was sprawled across the grass. Legs in awkward positions as he stared heavy-lidded into the distance. With a dull movement of his head, he looked up at Inna as she sat next to him, preparing to fix him up. Offering the young lady a smile, he shifted just enough to see her better. No pain, just tired. Not everyone knew he couldn't feel pain, less to pleasure or anything at all. It was less obvious than his lack of smell. So he didn't blame her for not knowing.

Are you? Hurting, he meant. But as he spoke the knight drifted off into a deep slumber, mumbling his words as they barely formed until finally the world not only felt numb to him but was silent.