His voice seemed to reverberate right through her, making her skeleton shake and quake inside her skin. It was a very, very bad idea to face him right now, she realised. A really, really terrible idea. But he was getting closer and if Wyatt hadn't already woken up to his yelling then he really really needed to stay asleep.

She just- she just needed to calm him down, right? He'd been so nice to her, earlier, with the Potato.

With telling her about killing a girl.

(She could imagine herself, broken like a twig, left on the ground.)

She shook herself out of it, and headed towards his voice, spear at the ready.

"Orc!"