There's something in the water, I think. But we don't know what it is. You'll be fine.

[ As far as the scratches go, that is. She can't say anything for how he'll be a few weeks from now, when the scratches are healed and gone and he's sprouting claws, or fangs, or his skin is rotting off and the urge to eat human flesh becomes overpowering. That seems like a bad place to take up the explanation. ]

Sorry, my name's Kairi. I think I know what's going on, but it's going to be a long story. Sort of.