[Kerra gives him a bleak look, running her hand over his torso without touching one more time, delving him and still coming up blank. No toxins she's familiar with, no drugs, no alcohol. That's disconcerting, because it means it's something new.]
Just you and me.
[No bird, no crow. Just two people and some rocks.]
no subject
Just you and me.
[No bird, no crow. Just two people and some rocks.]
I'm Kerra. And it'll be okay. Let's not panic.