Shana relented at the brush of his finger against her lips, sliding back against the headboard. The touch had been nice, but it didn't change the fact that he'd just told her to stop talking. She couldn't decide whether to be angry with him or stay distracted by the fact that he was STILL wearing no shirt.

Despite the fact that it was technically a question, she flicked a sideways glance at Shadow. "You'll check on Keman for me?" she asked softly, still very worried about her brother.