Challenge: trace. Ashura, Fye, and a less than pleasant reunion. Nothing graphic, but gore is implied. SPOILERS for the 120s.

Hollow

"My wizard," Ashura murmurs, "What have you let them do to you?"

Fye does not reply, just smiles expectantly; he is scarcely trembling now. Ashura touches his jaw, brushes hair aside and feels along the fringed edge of the eyepatch. One fingertip eases underneath, tracing carefully around the rim of the ruined eye, a touch light as spider legs. A faint spasm darts through Fye's prone body.

A fingernail scrapes delicately at the scarred tissue. A second finger slides in, moving deeper into the empty socket. Fye whimpers, shuts his good eye.

Ashura smiles, and digs his fingers in hard.