The bed and the room around it appeared to be round. An echo of pain radiated in his heart. “Another needle? ” “Yes.” Seht eased down onto his knees and leaned over Aubrey with a soft smile. His silver mane spilled down one shoulder to drape across Aubrey’s bare chest. He swept his hand through Aubrey’s overlong red hair, and a wave of affection pulsed straight from Seht’s mind to his. “How do you feel?” Aubrey blinked. How did he feel? For some reason it was hard to tell. He went to lift his hand and found it ridiculously hard to do. He frowned briefly and persevered until he was able to touch Seht’s hand. “I think I’m okay, just tired.” He spotted a white patch behind the rent in the upper thigh of Seht’s ship-suit. “How about you?” Seht snorted. “I’ll be fully recovered by the time we reach home, as will you.” He grinned. “I have so much to show you.” Aubrey looked around, but there wasn’t anything to see. They appeared to be sitting in a very small oval room that consisted of silvery curved walls, a mattress, and nothing else.
