Two Rivers Isle Kaleidoscope mind

She couldn't figure out what seemed amiss, just that something didn't feel quite right. Perhaps it was the lack of recognition on Apple's face, which Bat could see even from here. The youth squinted, watching as familiarity—or at least acknowledgement—snapped into place on the older woman's features. Somehow, this development wasn't as reassuring as it should've been, especially when it was followed by a string of words that made the Redhawk feel suddenly very uneasy.

But she wasn't afraid of Apple, she was afraid for her. "Hang on," Bat said sort of perfunctorily right before sucking in a breath to brace herself and plunging into the water. It was shallow and easy to ford, yet by the time she arrived on the bank where the stout she-wolf stood, Bat was frigid all the way down in her bones. Shaking the excess water from her pelt, her teeth chattered as she shivered closer to Apple.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bat swallowed, remembering the exact question posed. "I'm def real. I'm Rorancy, remember?" Why did she have a sinking feeling that Apple didn't?