Then came a sound from the back of the cave: the girl was murmuring and stirring.

"I don't know how you know all these things," murmured the girl.

"Michele won't love me," the girl murmured, looking at the man she had just killed.

"I wasn't sure you knew who it was," the girl murmured.

The winged girl stirred and murmured but did not wake.

The girl stirred, turned her face away, and murmured in her sleep.

"But there is something you can do for me," the girl murmured.

"My little girl," he murmured, then rose to cup her face in his hands.

"Not more than I have," murmured the young girl involuntarily.

She went on speaking softly, and the two girls murmured acknowledgement.