Curtain of Stone

His healer arrived with all haste. Leaping out of the tree even as Bas arrived. He put Iggy down gently on the grass and took a step back. Giving Ollie room to work. He paced. It was the only way he could avoid harassing the boy. He stalked three short steps and turned, repeating the movement. Like a caged tiger. His skin felt hot and uncomfortable, and it took all of his effort not to bellow again. “We were talking.” He said, barely keeping the growl from his voice. “And she just collapsed.” He hadn't noticed anything wrong. How had he not noticed? He was so aware of her. When she walked in the room, he felt as if he could anticipate every step she would make.

“Did I do this?” He demanded of his healer, knowing their last conversation would be close to both their thoughts.