Diva closed her eyes at the unwelcome intruder on her time, opening them only when the crying began. The humming stopped abruptly. He was going to wake soon… she felt that, like her own song being sung deep in her own body.

No spasms, no change…

For the moment, that was not what the Chiropteran focussed on. She was a selfish girl, a possessive girl, and she didn’t have to share with anyone. Rolling up onto feet in the span of a heartbeat, Diva planted her uninjured hand in Kagura’s face and shoved her away with not so little force. Didn’t want to be alone? Silly girl.

She wiped her tear-stained hand on her shirt. “You… Bridget,” she said to the boy. And only to the boy. “Get up now. Let’s go.”

Instinct upon instinct. Even when he wasn’t hers, he was still hers.