Ouroboros Spine 'cause girl, i'm on a mission

edit. you get my 100th post!

she leads him to the healing dens, and rhaegal's gaze survey's the area, settling down into a sphinx like position, angling his left shoulder towards her with the thought that it might be easier for her to heal him.

the curve of the spine's mountains gives rhaegal the impression of being closed in and he fights against the creeping claustrophobia threatening to paralyze him.

he doesn't have to live by the sea, though arguably he believed that the sea brought up hale and hearty children, but he definitely couldn't live any place where the land seemed to close in on him.

she asks him how he took down the stag, and rhaegal, all too grateful from the distraction from the soft buzzing beginning in his ears the longer he obsessed over his claustrophobia obliges. i dinnae do it alone, he admits. the stag was older, had a limp. a bairn — a young lass — he offers in translation. she joined my hunt. helped me take it down.