It was strange how meeting the right person at the right time could turn her life around. “This feels exceptionally peculiar, Hosh.” She kept wanting to touch her forehead, but the change was internal. “It is bizarre for me as well. My folk do not usually need links, but we get the rudimentary training for it. Your mind is exceptional, by the way.” “Thank you.” The doctor released her from the infirmary at Quedar’s say-so, and Hosh put her hand on his arm, leading her back to Turnari’s offices. “Why are we waiting to talk to the Coordinator?” Yavil had to ask. “You will see.” She shrugged, and they waited for the receptionist to wave them through. When the woman let them pass, they walked into Turnari’s office together. Tea was waiting for them, and Turnari looked at their posture with a resigned expression. He poured tea and smiled, “Links?” Hosh helped Yavil into her seat. “Yes. She needed it.” Turnari handed Yavil her cup with a quirked brow. She shrugged.
