[He backs away. There’s a distinct sense that he shouldn’t be allowed to separate. In the dark, it felt they were never more than an arm’s length away.

[And now he’s turning.]

You’re affected. [Aubrey doesn’t know how she knows. But her raised hand, shaking, opens, covering and sprawling across the left half of her face.] You don’t feel it…?

[Are you a threat? An entirely unwelcome thought. Teeth gritting in fear, she swallows.]