Nod to matter of health of me and mine. "Y'feel't? 'is mornin'?" she say, stepping 'round another dead bird. Imagine some of it was the length of holding a breath, but...

Shake my head. "Woke up direct after, near's I can tell," I say dry. The screaming... Well enough she got her breath back, can't blame her for being upset over the matter. Some shock to find quite how quick you can get to your feet woken that way, or how fast your heart goes. "Didn't catch word of it being matter for others 'til I actually spoke to another. What was it?"