A further touch of giddiness washed over Lucy and the girl, although silent up to now, felt herself given need to lean against the nearest vertical surface, hand moving up to head. A combination of thirst and encroaching diabolical events had served to provide her with little sleep, leading to increased irritability.
Were the young 'man's' eyes truly flashing blue or was it just her imagination?
She could imagine a few things she'd like to do with him.
"Priest..." Lucy repeated, blinking attention to the holy man with a swallow. She really was not feeling well - and her insinctive veering away from the Father's presence made her feel no less hostile.