He repositioned Selyn's head then gripped her chin and squeezed her cheeks until her mouth opened.
"I wonder how long-" Selyn's eyes fluttered open.
She clamped her mouth closed, watching him check Selyn's vitals with the urgency and diligence of a man whose life depended upon the results.
He lifted Selyn's eyelids and shone a light to watch her pupils.
She met Selyn's confused gaze as the girl looked around the room.
She gave it to him, and glanced up, feeling Selyn's eyes.
Selyn's squawked once more and pointed.
Selyn's smile was lopsided because of the unresponsive, scarred half of her face.
Pride crossed Selyn's face.
Alerted by Past-Death's sudden tension, Deidre turned and took Selyn's arm.
Deidre gripped Selyn's arm more tightly, fear spiraling through her.
Wynn took Selyn's arm.