For a moment she's so delirious with the receding pain that she thinks she's looking at Daniel, and she wants to reach forward and touch his face. Here he hovers before her, the unbroken and decent, and in her imagination he hasn't gone through any of the terrors she's subjected him to in the past week. She reaches up. It's almost the face of an angel. And then she sees the anger in his eyes, anger too sadistic and self-righteous to ever be Daniel's, and she drops her hand back to her chest.

Stupid. She should have seen the blood on him. She should have. Funny how she doesn't feel even a single drop of sympathy in her blood for the slavish devotees of the Crocodile God, even as they unwittingly saved her from a fate worse than death. They deserved it, she thinks. They deserved worse. Death is too merciful.

"Sobek." Her voice is a wheeze, healthy but tired. Strange, to see with two eyes instead of one. She was getting a little bit used to the wonky depth perception she's had for the last week.

Then she holds up a middle finger for him and smirks. "Saca pica*, boo boo."

*Neener neener.