As Alisha shifted Carl's head to her lap, stroking his head as she did when he was still her baby, Klaire turned away from them and everyone else.
It was a strange sensation that washed over her as she raised the scrap of soul up to eye level.
It smelled both revolting and utterly tantalising, the mouth of her body filled with bile as the mouth of her soul from salivated with anticipation.
"Klaire, I would just throw it to the back of your throat and swallow if I were you."
Klaire tried to follow Faylorna's final words of advice but the scrap caught on the teeth of her soul-form, falling flat onto her tongue.
As Klaire wretched and choked it down, the others all gagged aside from Faylorna.
To her physical body the taste was that of rancid meat that had been left in the sun, but to her soul-form it was a delicacy to be savoured and the two halves were fighting for their opinion.
