Redsand Canyon With legs littered with scars cut from these olive branches

When Aquene arrived Glaukos did not look up. She issued some quick orders - that he follow her within the tablinum for treatment. He'd barely moved, but her voice was clear and precise.

When he did try to approach the overhang that was tablinum's entrance, he froze and sat just outside the lip of it. His eyes traced the angles of the earth where it rose up, as if it might swallow him.

Chew this for the pain. She indicated with a motion towards a pile of what Glaukos thought was some forest litter, and he only looked at it. The pain was a bother and kept him locked in a perpetually negative attitude, but Glaukos was used to it.

Aquene moved to clean his face next. The water as well as the herbs she'd grabbed immediately irritated the torn skin and made him tense, then wince. Glaukos moved his head slightly even though it strained his sore neck, so that she could have a better view of the wound upon his face - silent throughout.