[More like thirty miles, but nevermind. Nevermind. She'll stroke your neck absently]

Jumpy? Don't worry. I'm here.

[Though she's teasing but only a little. She settles him in her lap a bit to cast light over the part she needs to read and when she can puzzle it out she murmurs for his benefit]

It's a story. See...here is the lost little child being bitten by snakes...[and the picture is of a small brown skinned figure of indeterminate age with glittering blue tears. Topaz or the like. And spots of tiny rubies for blood.]

And all he can do is dance in place because he is lost... but then...

[and the next picture is the child throwing their head back, mouth open. And next to that the child still standing there, calling out and the snakes standing on their tails. Stiff or maybe hypnotized. It's not a scream. That's too primal but perhaps...]

The child sings and the snakes are mezmerized by that song...and finally...

[But the last picture is scratched out. Robin runs her fingers over it. All she can tell is it has to do with the bottom of that shallow well]

Is a mystery....