Last Six Lines

So @alpydk tagged me in a last 6 lines, so here we go:

She rolled the thought of Khalid over her tongue like a split lip. A bit of aggravated flesh you'd find yourself tonguing absentmindedly, as if the dull pressure, the copper taste could bring you something more than blood in your mouth. Jaheira stretched her shoulders in the small make shift office her tent had become. She kept finding herself lost in something she could not place as she tried to focus on Harper work. It was as if tendrils of the Weave held her still. These aftershocks of experience, the pinpricks of Gale's feelings reflecting back, demanding her attention.