When she was done in the water, Olivia stretched out on the sand to enjoy the sun, letting her mottled wings get some much-needed air. They’d started to smell—she couldn’t tell why, since they didn’t hurt. But instinct suggested she probably shouldn’t keep them under her clothes all the time. I wonder if the Forerunner has a chemical for this. Probably not. There weren’t supposed to be any birds on the crew.