good. She accepts additional petting with obvious glee, then ladders her way up his arm toward his shoulder as they strike out. Images of meat and berries and meat and seeds and meat and little pastries color the psychic environment as the Omen rhapsodizes on the subject of breakfast.

Then--just as suddenly as they've begun--the impressions stop as something else catches Iskierka's attention through a wall. She drops back off Kaworu's arm, flicking through the intervening obstacle, only to shortly return with a handkerchief for the boy.

here. She knew she'd been missing something.