River hushes when he says it, then squeezes her eyes shut and concentrates. Focuses on the feel and weight and density and all the things she couldn't make with a gorram hatch when he wasn't there that's here now.

Breathe, focus, concentrate. There are things he needs to know.

With a gulp, another sigh, she starts, "Someone hollowed her out. Bits disappeared and replaced... There are imposters."

Then, more frightened and with that much more clingclingdon'tmakemego, "There are ants all over."