Curled up in that little space he made for himself in the forge ᵗᵒ ᵃᵛᵒⁱᵈ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵇᵘʳᵈᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵗ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ.
A cloth bag full of epsom salt heated to as burning hot as he could stand it pressed to his back, curled up as tight as he can be, forehead to his knees, arms over his head.
Breaths come--
7 months ago