She just stares at him, as he starts talking about unbelievable things, as the tendril of whatever this is takes her from him and lofts her even higher in the air. She grabs at it, feet scrabbling as she tries to make herself as tall as possible and relieve the searing pressure in her scalp, but her eyes are fixed on him the whole time.
"What--" It's a barely a squeak. She swallows and forces the words out. "what are you?"
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"What--" It's a barely a squeak. She swallows and forces the words out. "what are you?"