Cerulean Cape rené and georgette magritte with their dog after the war

Bat's brain felt foggy with exhaustion. She just wanted to collapse and get some sleep. Her silver eyes blinked out of sync as the stranger moved nearer, offering a name and some other pleasantries. It took her several beats to process what he'd said.

"No," she mumbled, "need'a find nomi... not going home..." Man, she was too tired to argue with the kindness of strangers. She blinked blearily, only for a jolt to pass through her, waking her up a little. "I'm not lost. I'm going to find my nomi."