Redsand Canyon Is there something we're still missing?

The fuck!? Glaukos exclaimed as he sank down again, pressing his face against the dirt in the shadow of the alcove. One limb raised to cover his head, the other scraped the dirt. He ached for a few moments longer and did not look up, even when the woman's voice came to him.

His eyes were shut but watering. He'd hit the ceiling so hard that his jaw ached. It was very possible he had loosened some of his own teeth with the collision. Nothing came from his mouth: no teeth, no blood, just an endless ache that pulsed down his neck.

He moaned. No, I'm not alright.
It seemed as though he had heard her, after all.
Fuckin' hurt.

Lurching up again — snaking out from under the stony eaves — Glaukos moved to where he could lay properly without confinement. It happened to be in line with Tamar's door, blocking her from escape.