Two gleaming white Paladins stood either side of the doorway, barring Tyree from Zander’s presence, along with a verbal injunction that she wasn’t to Mist in. Only the Centralis authorized medico and Callista had been allowed inside. The avian medic had spared just an instant to assure Tyree that Zander was stable before whisking him away. Expelling a sharp breath, Tyree turned and repeated her circuit, pounding one fist into the palm of her other hand. Someone approached her and she paused to see Pevanne, his face even more furrowed than normal and a cup in his hand. “I brought you some capprey, lady.” Tyree gestured it away, but he seized her hand with a deftness no doubt part of his enhancement. Her instincts urged her to snatch herself free but she let him hold her, let him push the warm beaker into her hand, and then lift the other so that his hands clasped hers around the capprey. The heat of it concentrated her attention, and she sighed as she stared into the cup, breathing in the spiced, steamy scent.
