Evelyn POV
Based on my observations, we are in what appears to be a small studio. The smell of incense hangs strong in the air. Beaded curtains cover a door leading somewhere with a tie-dyed bedspread and rugs; it is a very artsy-looking room.
“What did you do?” I ask, wondering how we appeared out of thin air, from one place to another.
“We misted, or as you humans like to say, teleported,” Amara says, like it is no big deal. She walks over to a dresser, pulls some clothes out, and hands them to me. After removing my shirt, I quickly put on the sweatpants and clean shirt. Amara watches me the entire time I’m changing, making me feel self-conscious.
“You have lovely breasts,” she comments, making me feel awkward.
“Thanks,” I say, looking away from her and her awkward remark. “Where
