Moonspear And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

The last expression to pass over his face would be a contented, relaxed and appreciative smile as he caught the fading gleam of jade green in Kukutux's eyes as his own slipped shut. Sleep claimed him within moments, and he failed to hear the soft pitter patter of her feet upon the stony ground as he felt- but he would sleep, free of the grip of pain and acheing, due to the gentle medic's aid.