“Careful,” I said. “I’m focusing on watching Night, so I’m not really bothering to suppress their instincts. Don’t move.”
Yeah, that’s an outright fabrication. She could absolutely do those things at once if she wanted to.
I looked at Rune and Othala, “You two be quiet, too. I can handle you the same way.”
I can’t decide if this is an example of why Taylor should be a school teacher or why she really, really shouldn’t.
Othala only stared, while Rune offered a slow nod.
It took five more minutes for Imp and Tattletale to come back, each loaded down with bags. Given the variety of labels, I guessed the bags contained things looted from stores downtown. Imp put down a spray can, and set to spraying the glass cube Shatterbird had imprisoned Fog in. Filling in the gaps, cementing it together.