A face appeared in one of the windows, and the light of the full moon painted it very pale and very young. The eyes widened— and then it was gone, retreating into the shadow of the bus, leaving only a dim impression of a hunched silhouette.
Qebhet took a few more steps to come level with the window. She was an interloper here – on Kaden's turf and, perhaps, she thought, Kaden's grief – so she trod lightly, metaphorically and literally. "Do you mind if I join you?" she asked. "We don't have to go anywhere. We don't even have to talk, unless you wish to."