“She ain’t all there,” Artemis said in her normal voice. “She don’t talk ’t all. Got a wing par’lyzed. Don’t seem like much, but…” She grinned crookedly. “She’s a peg’sus. She’s s’pposed to be in the clouds, not down ’ere. Went stir-crazy in weeks o’ bein’ groundbound. Stopped flyin’ years ago, stopped talkin’ months ago, went insomn’ac and stopped sleepin’ weeks ago. ’S only a matter o’ time ’fore she stops eatin’ an’ breathin’.”