Gwyn clawed at her pocket, removing a small glowing shard, and shook her head at it.
Morgan could tell she was disappointed in it and wondered why. She retrieved something. His breath began to stutter out of him in waves then, calling her back to him.
She mouthed her message but all he could do was see his friend trying to get over her fear, whatever it was. It was inspiring to watch her work. This hugely different species, trained down into a human, that could ruin beings with her psychedelic screams was afraid.
He watched her as her brow furrowed, a little deeper in thought this time as she wrestled around for his pockets.
“Where?” she growled and snapped her attention back behind her.
The scene had been woven in time, it seemed, like a soundless film. The more he wanted to hol
