Stone Circle instead of you, it should be me?

There is no need. He stretched a bit, relishing in the pull of muscle that had gone unused while he convalesced.

My prison warden is not too far. She knows I am out here. He tried for a joke, missed the mark by a thousand miles, and sat there with the biggest, awkwardest smile he could fit on his face before it dropped away.

My healer says I should get some sun. Prison warden. Healer. Same thing sometimes. The eagleson tried to explain as best he could, wishing the earth would swallow him.