Redhawk Caldera there is a divinity that sleeps inside your scars

The excitement slips from the boy’s face and West doesn’t break her own expression, watching as he processes it. Soon enough, he’s back to what they are talking about as he continues to speak about his mother. He learns more in his rushed ramble than he has from the others but she hadn’t been as invested in the beginning as she needs to make herself. The exhaustion, and now the new wounds still fresh on her body—something the boy hasn’t noticed—she’d rather move on and find someone that can help. However, she doesn’t want to be rude to the leaders’ son and earn herself a demerit.
 
However, the term booby juice catches her off guard and she can’t help the bellowing laugh escape from mouth that she almost misses the entire next sentence. Naturally, she only catches the tail end: doesn’t have a penis cause she’s a girl. This time, she tries to stifle her laugh because the extra movement pulls on the wounds, reopening a developing scab that causes a streak of blood to run down her shoulder and then her leg.
 
“You’re one of a kind, aren’t you?” she says but, for all she knows, perhaps Finley and Liffey are just the same.