Quick hands slide across the sleeve and lap for good measure, plucking out leaves and tossing them away in a defeathering of her own. He is a halfbreed, like I am. And he will not go hungry. He has money and purchases his meals. I only bring him meat sometimes.
Raw meat is good for strength.
The fire takes the soul from the flesh. She thinks it, but Kiera does not ask if you recently escaped or if you've been gone from your caretakers for several days now. Probably only recently. You are new to Haven. It pirouettes joyously, buzzing with vicious harmony before being stilled in the web between thumb and forefinger.