Stone Circle but why do I lie awake each night thinking

The red woman, his healer, introduced herself as Faun, then had proceeded to wrench what energy he had left from his body. She talked the entire time she worked with him, pushing and prodding and cleaning the crusted wounds. According to her, they hadn’t been deep, but the gouges had been left in places that meant to hurt, to bleed him dry.

Aquillius had barely been able to parse that from her speech. She spoke fast.

She’d helped him to the mouth of the den today to allow him to get some sun on his fur for a little while, let him watch the comings and goings, especially when he managed to quietly admit to the woman that in the shadows he just thought the demon lurked beyond the view of his sight. 

She was nearby, he knew, but his attention was fixed on a distant, high wheeling bird, swooping on a drafty air current. He tipped his head to continue watching it at a comfortable angle for his gouged shoulder and ribs.

Better.