Two Eyes Cenote if everyone’s confused;

qiao listened for the return of owlsong - but whatever had spoken remained silent, and the sounds of the night resumed around them. 

the woman kept her child close. her ears were swept back, and a mien of unease clung to her. good. qiao’s gaze settled on the child, hunger in them. my gods. she repeated obscurely. would you like me to show them to you?