He pulled out.
The flat, deliberate, present, withdrawing-completely pull of someone who had made a decision mid-event and was implementing it — and the sound it produced was the flat, wet, present, loss-of-pressure, body-reporting-the-change sound of the withdrawal, and she made a sound.
"'—HNNGH~...—'" The flat, confused, something-changed, body-is-asking-about-it sound.
He turned her.
The flat, both-hands-at-shoulders, turning-her-to-face-him turn of someone who had decided the geometry was changing — and she was facing him, her feet on the forest floor, her legs doing the specific, barely-managing, been-through-two-arrival-events, working-but-barely report.
He held her upright.
He looked at her face.
The specific, full-present, full-detail, close-range face of a woman who had been through this morning since before the sun was up.
The dirt.
