As I turned around to face my bewildered audience, I caught Safir muttering to Zayn behind her hand. “Is her head injury worse than we feared?” To which he replied, “No… If anything, the concussion seems to have subdued her.” An eagle shrieked from above, and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t in agreement. But when I looked up, fully intending on yelling something equally impolite, there was nothing there.
