Phantom Hollow slow news day

She wasn't put-off by his scar, but she studied it and the attention made him feel a little spot-lighted; still, she wasn't attacking him and seemed to relax a bit once the explanation was given, and her own understanding grew. The question — What are you doing here? — was a good one.

The boy swallowed a lump in his throat; it didn't help that his mouth was so dry. Maybe she could help him, though. Lossh some-wan. Girl, pale, sc-rr, he coughed a little, licked his lips, tried to be clearer: Girrrl name M'gee, my fren, I... Loss her.