Hushed Willows “I Get Around” — The Beach Boys

She knew flirting, stuck halfway between mortified and exasperated. She settled for amused exasperation, rolling her eyes playfully.

“I think that’s a good plan. Great plan, even.” She’d only eaten the bare minimum to survive for a bit now, praying nobody came across her trying to scavenge for earthworms and various bugs and small things. Nephele raised up into a sit, ignoring the dull ache of the scars on her leg.

“Shall we, Finley?”