There wasn’t a sound or movement
to indicate how upset Garjah was at Lenveval’s statement, but just like he
always knew when I needed him, I knew he needed me. Sloval shouted when Bouncer
leapt on the table and then off on to our side. We both pressed against Garjah
from either side. Bouncer put his head on Garjah’s lap, and I put one hand on
his head, then used another to squeeze the rigid muscles holding Garjah’s
frozen body in place.
Gently, I turned cupped his cheek
on the far side. He resisted for a moment, then reluctantly turned his head to
meet my gaze. Fear dominated those eyes, flaring nostrils, and nearly invisible
lips pressed so hard together they were colorless.
I hated seeing it on him just as
much as he hated seeing it on me. I’d had thoughts of going back, to the what
ifs of working for the Institute like I’d always planned, to… stars swallow it.
That life was gone, and I didn’t really regret it. Not if it got me this being
by my side. I stroked Bouncer. Both of them.
“You know that’s not what I want.”
If it was, I wouldn’t have been such a mess worrying about them breaking our
bond.
“Before you thought they might
kill you or not let you leave. He just said you could go back to your life.”
“Did you forget I study biology?
Advanced as you are, I don’t think this is something that can be fixed.” I
waggled my fourth hand I’d had resting on my thigh. I wasn’t quite sure how I
could make all four hands do independent tasks. Huh. I’d never thought about
that before. Humans struggled with that, but since I’d woken up with four arms,
I didn’t seem to have the same limitation.
Something to take notes on would
really be handy. I sighed. “If you guys trust me now, can I get a device I can
access data on and use for notes? I keep thinking of new things I want to
research.”
“That’s it?” Mereval asked. “A
simple no thank you to changing you back and going home, and can you have
access to ways to research?” She exchanged a look with her fellow Kardoval. “What
about your family? Humans live in close groups.”
“I didn’t say no thank you. I just
don’t see how it’s possible. And I don’t want that, even if it was.” I shrugged
one shoulder. “My parents are busy people. They expected me to go out and live
my life. That’s what I’m doing.” I smiled at Garjah.
Sloval, his upper arms crossed
over his chest and lower arms gripping the table, was staring at Bouncer.
“You’re not mad at Garjah?”
“No, why?”
“He could have judged you safe
before you were injured. He did not.” Sloval didn’t blink often enough, and the
twist to his lips made his stare antagonistic. Bouncer looked up and lifted his
own lip, showing off sharp fangs. Sloval paled. “What’s he doing?”
“Right now he’s comforting Garjah
because he felt how upset he was, just like I did. But when you stare at him
like that, it upsets him. Maybe knock it off.” I broke off when Garjah placed
one hand on my thigh, pressing down.
Yeah, yeah, leaders of their
people, should be respectful. They hadn’t seemed very leader-like since we’d
come in and Sloval could benefit from a lesson in manners himself. “I believed
my exosuit was unbreachable as well. I’d have died if I’d touched that plant
while I was on my own.” Besides…. “Could have is not what is. We face what is.
We move on.” A lesson I’d learned early from my parents.
Maybe they had taught me more than
I knew. I’d always planned to be a
biologist, and I’d thought that first contact didn’t interest me, but between
them and Bouncer, I had all sorts of research to do.
“One day, I hope to help introduce
Four Arms to the rest of the galactic, anyway. I’ll be famous.”
“Four Arms?” Lenveval’s face was
doing unbecoming things. All the Kardoval stared at me. Garjah sighed. He knew
what was coming.
“It’s pretty descriptive, don’t
you think?” I waved all four arms, wiggling my fingers around. “And handy, too.”
He slumped in his chair.
“What?” I said.
“I’ve told you before, we call
ourselves—”
“Meh, that’s boring. Mine is
better.” Okay, I totally knew their racial name was Neejah’al… and interesting.
Neechay’al, Kardoval, Mereval… al, all? And what place did jah have in there?
Or did it mean anything since it wasn’t at the end? These guys had racial
memories, locking them into a role.
I turned to Garjah. “You said they
needed to be sure I was safe and test our bond.” It was sounding more and more
like that had been the barest hint of the truth.
“They can see the bond, just as
they can see how all Neejah’al connect to the whole. They can understand the
path a youth will take, if they do not know it. That is how they guide our
society.”
“But I’m a break in the system. A
divergent path in the normal connections.” I cocked my head. “Has no one really
ever experienced what Garjah and I have before?”
“No one,” Mereval said. “But we
think it may have something to do with the planet where you met. It was new to
us, just as it was to you since you were the first in your sector to approach
it. We have never encountered an alien race there before.”
“But what could it be? Timok ran
tests.”
“He did?”
“I might have sneezed on Garjah.
In his face.” My face heated at the memory.
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