Redsand Canyon That’s where I’m headed

The woman’s voice was soft, kinder than it had been before the procedure had started. She seemed to have been watching closely. Crowfeather did not know how to express that he was grateful. His eyelids were heavy, and his tongue was thick in his mouth. The leg was gone, he reminded himself. It would never plague him again. With it, he would sever whatever feelings he might have believed he’d had for Germanicus. With the leg, he would chop away the temporary life he’d had in Akashingo.

When she provided water for him, he lapped at it until he thought his head would swell and burst. The dryness of his tongue withdrew. There was a warning upon her tongue – that he should not try to move until the healing had progressed, or else he would still run the risk of dying. The shadow blinked at her and nodded his snout in understanding.

T- Th- Thank you, croaked his weary voice from within his disheveled frame.