Coconut Grove i'm in a b-boy stance, i'm not dancing

She finished her second marking and rose once more, glancing at Tristan over her shoulder. Her brow furrowed when she saw he hadn't moved. He was sitting primly, telling her to look at the leaves. She did as he asked, then looked back at him, the furrow deepening. She padded back toward her friend and, apropos of nothing, pressed her nose to his forehead.

"You don't feel feverish," Bat muttered, more to herself than to him. "Do you feel okay?" she asked louder, stepping back. "Why are you being a weirdo?" she added bluntly.