Bearclaw Valley you got melted to butter

The air inside the room was stale and warm. He doesn't see Evien until he shifts and for a second he is locked into place (Were those shadows under his eyes always there? Was he always so small?) until he breaks away, a nervous hand at his temple.
Should you be the one asking? He shoulders through the curtains, inspects the recently dried herbs, the bedsheets that needed to be changed. Fucking hell, Kastner, a gentle frustration in his voice, Who are you? What are you doing to yourself?
Having to cure a doctor of his miseries. It sounded perverse. Something turned inside out and still breathing. Taylor didn't know what to do. He could barely even take care of himself. He stands there, helpless, eyes wide and hands limp. It is quiet, other than the murmur of the stream just outside the door. The light inside is heavy and green.