Redsand Canyon Wherever the wind blows

Set after this thread.

Crowfeather was stiff as @Germanicus assisted his move to the healer @Aquene. He did not think that he wanted to be in Mereo any longer. The words he had shared with the silver eagle rang in his head, agonizing bells. The young man’s expression was glassy-eyed and far-away. One prison for another. The shadow was shamed to feel it, but he might have preferred Akashingo to the reality he faced in Mereo. At least on the mesa he had been shielded by his glimmer of hope. Ignorance had been a blissful thing. 

Once in the healing grounds, the dark figure slouched. Crowfeather did not want to look at Germanicus, but he could not stop from glancing fearfully at the older man. He could not understand how emotion made his body hurt in such a way. Even the tips of his toes felt as though they were burning, hotter than fire. What could Aquene do for that? What could aid that pain? Crowfeather did not think there was such a thing.