Stone Circle Wisdom comes with age,

Hah! Ya did the thing! Thankya!

Into the darkness, she found her consciousness growing weaker and weaker as the strength left her body. She could feel her muscles slackening, like a hot air balloon as it sags back to the earth, little more than a flimsy strip of fabric. In the darkness, she saw little, but there was the constant ringing of noise, like the rush of wind in her ears. From the gloom, she saw the pair of mismatched eyes, and felt something like fear as the eyes shimmered, grew- and then suddenly dissolved into a thousand tiny, luminous pieces- 

and when an inhale of breath was forced into her, all the little tiny pieces of gemstone eyes were inhaled into the very core of her spirit. 

She felt searing pain edge back into her chest, and a heavy darkness filled in just beneath her lungs- no, it was the compressions Ash Paw was doing. Dropping her jaw open, Moss gasped for breath, and reached with a foreleg to bat the woman away. She began hacking and coughing, rolled over onto her stomach- desperate to dislodge the impurities that had just fought their way into her consciousness. She coughed up bile, but in it she saw no sign of the brilliant, yellow and blue lights and realized in horror that those had become embedded somewhere much deeper inside of her. 

She wheezed and slumped to the ground, eyes wide and bloodshot. 

The body lived- but the mind was racing. She turned her head, to gaze upon Germanicus. With a raspy, hoarse tone, she spoke two words:

"Spare him."