"It happened around ten years ago." Which already said a lot if he hadn't healed from it yet. "The pain gets worse when it gets close to the full moon. Otherwise I can live with it and not even think about it most of the time."

An ongoing dull ache to get used to.

Sniffing the air, Silvio made sure they were going the right away and became even more sure of his steps when they were in the trees. He wasn't kidding about knowing the woods well. Here he was familiar with all of it after having lived here over a hundred years now and after having to map them blind for ten years.

"There's no healing it. There's silver trapped in my eyes."