“LYCUR! Talk to ME.”
His gaze shifts swiftly, and he blinks rapidly, seeing me for the first time.
“Yeah, remember me, your wife, the woman you’ve just been mauling?” I can feel my hair crackling with static, threatening to erupt, he sees it and moves. He shifts to sit beside me rather than above me, a frustrated and timid expression in his eyes. This is new to him. I’m immediately cautious.
“I…I don’t know how to explain this to you. I’m not even sure it’s the same with your kind. Normally it takes three to four months.” He rambles, using his hands, palms up to plead his case, and keep me calm.
I’m not following.
“Slow down.” Sitting up, I pull the blanket around me, and wrapping my hands around my bent knees. “Now what do you think is happening here?”
Breathe in, one, two, three;
