She was still pale, but a quick scan had proved the medication effective. Not a person to suffer from false pride, Emeron was truly grateful that Dwyn had saved her life during their encounter with the bots. Still, she experienced a strange feeling resembling remorse that Dwyn had been physically harmed. Dwyn had more guts than she’d given her credit for. Petite, almost ethereal, she evoked a strange feeling of protectiveness, which Emeron immediately considered part of the job. An irritating inner voice insisted it was much more than that. “Emeron? You all right?” Dwyn asked quietly. “I’m fine. Time to get some sleep.” She followed Dwyn’s example and slid between the thermo-blankets. Their bedrolls lay next to one another, and when she turned on her side she was close enough to Dwyn to feel her breath against her face. “I’m tired, but I’m not sure I can sleep,” Dwyn murmured. “I can’t stop wondering who the hell sent those bots after us. Me.” “We’re one step ahead of them right now.
