Corvina sits on the edge of the bed and puts both arms around her from behind like she is holding a bird.

It is not tender and it is not quick. The mark goes quiet where they touch and stays quiet, and nothing else goes quiet at all.

CorvinaThe shoulder. That is where it is worst. Put your shoulder against mine and do not talk.

She talks anyway, and Corvina lets her, and neither of them mentions the part where they both stopped breathing.