Luneshale Pass the colour of led

Someone comes to him, alert and unspeaking. Delos does not mind the silence in the least, for it means there is nothing to listen for. One less source of stress.

Standing still as he is inspected, wet nose pushing against him, he turns his head in search of his mother or Safiya. His skin is hot to the touch, red and flaking save for the underneath of his body. He looks as though he's been dropped in boiling water. It isn't ants as the boy believes, but a burn.