Stone Circle but why do I lie awake each night thinking

The figure that approaches him is treated to an odd sort of side eye, being the only sort of side eye he could really give, before Aquillius would turn his head to look at the woman head on.

She seemed familiar, and the feverish flashes of his memory identified her as one of the two figures that had been there when he’d been so out of it he couldn’t think straight. He slapped the ground once with a curl of his tail, face loose.

Well, for him. He still didn’t wear much of an expression. Expressing himself wasn’t part of the healing process beyond telling the woman who’d been healing him “ow” when he was inevitably vomiting blood.

It is good to be alive.

I will live, he’d told the spider. And here he was, out of the web.