It was there and it was her own, as her breath was, and all the little twitches and uncoiling muscles in her body. All hers, for all the good it did.

But it was remarkable, opening and closing her own eyes, making the faint glimmer of Koltira's hair vanish and reappear at will. Anything else was too distant to see, and that was well enough; she still wondered on all the things said amid and above the screeching monster in her head.

Martin?

"Mar..."