"No silly. Sean is a man, not a boy. All growned up." Molly looked down at her hands. She began counting her fingers. "I think I lost digits last night. Nine and ten. Five stuck to my broken wing, and three wiggle here." Molly held her good hand in front of her face, well good as could be with two broken fingers. "Two have become one. Does that count as singular? Two places became one and bridges were crossed. From one side to the other we rolled. We're little lost lambs now. The air vibrates with it. Can you smell?"
"I smell antiseptic. Molly, you shouldn't have gotten up." Sean was reasons voice now. He usually was. Straight as a level. He would level with you. He was speaking again, "Lisa, will you guide Molly. She's off to visit the wizard right now. Strong pain killers work as good as LSD on her."
"Not that bad." Molly pouted. "Looked at my hands to count fingers, not to watch the colors."