“Yeah.” Chloe’s bloody smile is a little wobbly, but she makes a go of it. “After all your hard work out here, wouldn't do to lose your grouse.”

She hesitates for a moment, but this is already so weird, and she thinks they have something in common. This strange appetite.

“Remember when we met? The long aurora?” When you vomited blood all over my shins, she doesn't say. “Did you notice anything strange after that? About yourself?”