Stone Circle And the tears of people ran together

Bjarna understood. He felt a bit less frightened, knowing that this was something that happened to others as well. He felt there was something wrong with him- but maybe the dreams were something that happened to everyone. Leaning into her was like relaxing into a pillow, warm and soft and comforting. He closed his eyes and sighed softly, nodding his head below her chin. 

Step forward...

The thought was small, and he didn't move; he'd hardly registered it. He licked his lips, easing some of the tension in his jaw, which he didn't realize had been cramping up a bit. He pulled his tongue back in, raking it against his teeth which closed, and pressed together again. He leaned his head into Bjarna's fur, hoping the warmth might quell the ache in his eye. 

Step forward. 

He rose stiffly, clumsily, teetering lightly. His jaw slackened slightly, before he tipped over, and the convulsions began.