[Goji sits back in the coolness, already comforted by the familiar warmth out of the harsh sunlight. It's such an alien feeling for the monster, to feel so... safe. He's not used to that sensation. It's like giving up some of his control.

And yet, when she instructs him, he does as she requests. He lays back on the makeshift bedding she's laid out for him, stretching out and staring up at the ceiling. Almost hesitantly, he lifts his arm to reveal a stab wound in his side, blue blood leaking. The beast's horn got him good.]