Osrik catches me beneath my arms. He lets me hang there in front of him awkwardly while he looks me over, his expression intense, brown eyes wild with worry. “You okay?” “I’m fine,” I say with exasperation. “I was trying to leap into your arms!” “You are in my arms,” he says, giving me a little shake. “Stop holding me out like this! This is the way you hold a stray cat you’re worried is going to claw you!” “I’m filthy,” he warns. “I don’t care.”
