Bramblepoint [m] the body

He managed to close his gaping lower jaw before he spoke, swallowing audibly. He squinted, taking in her silvery appearance. Wait. . .he knew her. He thought. Maybe had met her with Caracal—had she been his girlfriend at some point?!—and hadn't seen her since.

Hey, Killdeer said, smiling. She was. . .quite close. He felt the heat rippling of her and didn't know what quite to do. Or say. Or feel.

I. . .remember you, he went on. We met once, I think. A while ago. With Caracal.

Who was dead. But he didn't say that. There was something in his brain that told him not to say that, just now.