Meadowlark Prairie My body is a sacred note.

She caught up but stopped abruptly before she drew too near. He looked far better than when he had been with the Druids - he was up and moving, at least. But his stare was completely empty.

She'd never seen anything like it. It wasn't just that he didn't recognize her, it was the lack of really any kind of response. Her pelt prickled uneasily with the sense that something was wrong.

You don't recognize me. She said it as a fact and without any disappointment. It wasn't a surprise. He hadn't recognized her before, when he'd woken, and he'd been delirious with fever. She'd be a shit medic to fault him for that.

She waited for something to change and bring some spark of something. If she wasn't mistaken, then whatever was wrong with him was entirely beyond her.