Blackfeather Woods Blackbird song

"I got over it months ago." It was a lie, in a way. Losing one whole visual sensor was traumatic, whether she liked to admit it or not. That, alongside the dreams and the voice, was subtle proof that she was still not all right in the head...not like she ever was to begin with. "He helped enough."

She blinked with her good eye, metaphorically turning red at the invitation to sit by him, and then even redder at the wink. The teenager paused, then walked closer to the former loner, less interested in whatever hunter he was talking about and more worried about being close to an attractive man — something she had never done before.