Opal realized that she hadn’t closely examined the elf since she’d appeared at the crater’s rim. Either she’d been lying down, or Artemis had shielded her body with his own.
But her face. I saw the face. It was definitely her.
The second thing to happen was that the small hand in question, which still rested on the Berserker Gate, began to crab spasmodically toward the handprint, feeling its way with fingertips.
Opal pulled back Holly’s hood to take a better look and saw that the face crackled a little on close inspection.
A mask. A child’s projection mask. Like the one used by Pip…