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“You know about that?”
“Yeah. It’s amazing.”
“It didn’t upset you? Many species don’t like it.”
“No, I loved it. I was up there for hours, and Devran showed me where my home was.”
“Was?”
“It is fairly dead by now. Everyone is off world or dead.”
“I didn’t... I don’t think the crew realize that you are part of a dead species.”
“There are a few of us out here, a few million probably, and we have a ridiculous link rate to Hmrain.” Her research had told her a lot, and it explained a bit of Devran’s interest. She came from a planet of useful people.
Aya laughed. “There is apparently a serious exposure to khimerion involved as well. It is doing all kinds of fun things to the segments of our population closest to the impact.”
Nemsara stared. “You survived?”
“Apparently.”
There was a soft laugh, and they continued to get their steps in, using specific markings on the walls and lifts to make sure she could keep her orientation. It was past lunch when she heard a voice in her head. Food. Now.
“Oh, shit. Okay. Nemsara, my test is going to be finding the commissary on the first try.”
“Why?”
“Devran just gave me a direct order.”
“Oh. How?”
“Our minds connect.”
“Is that usual with your kind?”
“No, but I have psychic training. I have always been able to calm people. When I came out here, that was my marketable skill. It was also how I was able to call for help. I sent a signal that made its way to Devran.”
Nemsara was shocked. “You were a soother?”
“I was.”
“Can you still do it?”
“If necessary. Of course.”
“We have some crew who can suffer from instability. May I ask Lord Devran if you can help?”
“Certainly. I have no objection to helping people achieve balance.”
Nemsara smiled. “Thank you. It is most common in those who are about to leave the ship.”
“Are you the counsellor or something?”
Nemsara nodded. “Yes.”
“Nice. Does Devran want you to treat me as well?”
“Only if he cannot guide you through calming yourself.”
