Starglow Basin Terrible things

Backdated to Nov 5, jus for some prisoner interaction

Nokht was quiet. Had been for a while. He had to focus to make his leg stop hurting. Some days it was just too much, but he didn't want to catch a bite, or a shove, or an insult. So he managed the pain, grating as it was; perhaps it was the speed of adaptation. A body unsuited to the kind of brutality it had been shown, yet determined, ever-clinging, despite it all.

He didn't want to think about home. But he couldn't help but wonder why everything had happened the way it did.

Why why why? It was all his fault. He sat near the entrance, taking in the sparse rays of sunlight, sitting in silence. He didn't dare move a paw past the threshold.