Shiloh made a sound to acknowledge he'd heard the question, but he did not answer. Instead, he trailed his hand away from Shane's wrist, the touch delicately intimate, and picked up the needle and thread. His hand was light, his touch steady from years of practice. He didn't push the needle too deep, and he moved the thread quickly enough to minimize pain.
He was completely focused on the task at at hand, and he didn't even realize when he looked up at Shane with eyes glazed over, unseeing. His voice, when he was spoke, was monotone, otheworldly, and unthinking.
"When the Dacian the ocean crosses And reality claws through dreams The farmer and the shepard transformation bring"