Sawtooth Spire maunon

Caracal kept staring until Mahler said the word “astringent.” That word was synonymous with pain. Forgetting his momentary fixation, he recoiled from the spread of medicines laid out between them. Seeming to pay no mind to this, the man stepped nearer to inspect his eye. The proximity effectively arrested the yearling’s movement. He went still, quietly filling with dread.

The news that he might regain vision relieved it somewhat. The treatment would be painful and the healing unpleasant, but it would be worth it if he came out the other end none the worse for wear. Taking several shaky breaths, he tried collecting himself a bit and focusing on Mahler’s questions, keeping it clinical and avoiding looking at the guy directly.

I can see some light and shadow but that’s it, he replied, not sure what this might mean for his prognosis.