Lion Head Mesa And I miss you in the June gloom, too

A frown knit his delicate features, thin shoulders hunching almost defensively. His sense of dread was growing with each passing moment. Panacea remained still, though. Only studying her.

And what makes you think that? He asked quietly, bright eyes oddly subdued. If Kemal was one of the sons she spoke of, then she could only be lying. Lying, or losing her mind. Panacea wasn't sure which one would be worse.