He was still puzzling at dancer or soldier when she stopped in front of him. There was enough light to see her clearly this close up.
“You look like I feel.” Her voice sounded rough with exhaustion.
“I look like a beautiful woman? Aw, shucks, Robin. Though, actually, I haven’t had a chance to figure out if you feel as fine as you look.” Yet. But he didn’t want to wait too much longer before finding that out.
She jabbed her finger into his ribs, but there wasn’t any heat behind it. Then she collapsed back against his Twin 212, so that they were leaning side-by-side and staring up at the sky.
The sky was a glorious blood red. The plume of smoke high above them glowed as if the sky itself was on fire.
“Not a lot of stars tonight,” he managed.
“I always wanted to see the Northern Lights,
