'That's better' - still sounding confident. The two exchange light punches for a few more minutes, neither gaining, neither losing. She stops, saying ...she needs a drink, a pause for which he is grateful; it has been some time since he took a punch or two and his ribs have had more attention than he can recall. As she returns, he notices her nipples are standing proud under the thin fabric of her top, but thinks better of making any charming comment. Squaring off again, she pauses to bring her. "The gaze upward at the endless blue. Kieran really is a summer person. All the time the sun is out and it's warm he'll be out here looking at the sky, wishing for wings. Me, I'm a winter person. I want the ice and the snow and the sky white, the sun hanging like a disc of thin ice. Then it is time for the hunt, to race across a frozen world after the scent of warm red meat. But Kieran wants wings, and it's the one thing I can't give him."Do you want to go for a run?"Kieran laughed and ruffled. Her singing was better. I’m not knocking her skills with the flesh flute, but God…her voice. I almost felt a little ashamed for what I had put in that same space.I got up and immediately had to hold onto the bed. Dehydrated. Balance precarious. Yes, I can actually use words like that. Surprise myself what comes out of me sometimes. Speaking of my mouth, it was still dry, and it wasn’t any wetter. I looked at my little fridge against the wall, close to the bed. I was pretty sure I was out of. When we were waiting for Koen to arrive, I noticed that Ilse was getting worried about him. He was late, and that was something he almost never did. Ilse tried to call him, and when he didn't pick up his mobile phone, I could see that she was getting even more worried about him.It only showed to Illiana and myself, that she really cared for him. I wasn't that worried about it. I was sure that he would show up soon, and then we would leave for the coast. This day was already an extra day added.