The vulture twisted his head as far as he could, one furious eye staring at her.
'What the hell are you doing?!' was very clear now, no language lesson needed.
Kaya met that burning glare with a flat, deadly deadpan.
"Because of you, my thoughts got scrambled," she said. "Deal with it."
He sputtered in animal noise that her brain very helpfully translated as something between 'You're insane' and 'Don't put your disgusting human tongue on my feathers'.
She ignored it.
The important part had slid back into place in her mind.
Whenever she wasn't with Cutie—when she'd been away at the wolf tribe—she hadn't dreamed. Not once. No balcony. No god. No burning marks. Quiet. The moment she was back around him?
The nightmares started.
Slowly, she took a breath in, let it out, and turned her head just enough to see him over her shoulder.
