Yalanilue grins and winks at Andy, then lowers her voice to what she hopes is low enough for only Henri to hear. “The bet is to see who makes the first move: the psychic, or the werepup?”

Corona frowns and puts a hand on his chest, her eyes still closed. “Shh.. we’re alright,” she mumbles, clearly but sleepily. She rubs his chest a little, trying to calm him down.