By so little was it kept at bay, but it was enough. Inside, the oillights were dimmed, fires aglow. Bodies lay together, warmed by each other as much as the flame. They were all weary, especially the Grona. Hoping for a useful dream—or none—Aryl closed her eyes, listened to the steady music of breathing, and made herself relax. Tried. Failed. How had Enris traveled so far—so fast? How had he managed to be higher than other Om’ray? They’d all felt their world expand upward for part of a tenth, then regain its proper shape. Husni, dizzy, had sat abruptly on the floor. Only she’d known for sure it was Enris, though doubtless several of the exiles guessed. They probably also guessed, as she did, that he’d been carried over the mountains in an aircar by the Oud or the strangers. She’d only Marcus’ word he wouldn’t approach other Om’ray; to the impulsive Human, Enris was almost a friend. As for the Oud? They’d shown unusual interest in the Tuana before. Had he been in trouble—been rescued?
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