[Quiet Man Cometh]

Dara looked the boy over, pausing briefly at the unusual features he displayed. She shook them out of her head. Keeping company with a canniball who could reshape his body hadn't said much for the merits of appearance. She definately couldn't call herself "normal" either.

The first thing she did was drag his body further up the banks and away from the acidic water. He's probably the same age as I am. On the bank she flopped him over on his back with as much care as her strength allowed. She immediately set to work on getting him breathing again, barely pausing in her CPR to spit out the dirt that caked his face.