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awkwardly
followed Zora out of the door of the tent into the warm
sunlight.
    “Yes, you and I will be operating on your
Hunter. You’re the most gifted healer other than I and I’m going to
need all the assistance you can give me.”
    “Why does he need operated on?” Kana asked
somewhat hysterically, as she did not want to be anywhere near the
Hunter let alone operate on him.
    “You’ll see, now come along child. I want to
get this done before he wakes up and is the death of us all!”
    Kana hobbled along after Zora panicking more
and more with each step as she neared the main tent, where the
Hunter must be. What had she done?
    Kana eased into the tent and stopped, as her
eyes fell upon the still laying form of the Hunter. She swallowed
nervously and touched her throat involuntarily with one hand. Eshta
was among those gathered in the tent and she came to Kana and the
two sisters embraced each other tightly.
    “Over here Kana.” Zora called out from where
she stood next to the Hunter, who lay on his stomach stretched out
along a wooden table.
    Eshta gave a consoling squeeze before
releasing Kana, who unable to keep herself from quivering,
approached the table to stand on the opposite side of it from Zora.
It helped to see that the Hunter’s legs and arms were tied securely
to the table’s legs, but that was where the comfort stopped, as
Zora pulled the blanket covering the warriors back to his
waist.
    “Oh my!” Was all she could think to say as
she gazed at the corded sinew of muscle and bone that made up this
man. She’d seen a few men shirtless before, but never anyone like
this! There were muscles layered on muscles across the Hunter’s
back and shoulders that she hadn’t even known existed. What did one
have to do to look like this?
    This man had tried to kill her, would have,
if Eshta hadn’t come to her rescue. Why then knowing that did she
want to see what the rest of him looked like? Why did she want to
feel the big hands that almost touched the ground touch her
instead?
    What was wrong with her that the sight of a
man’s naked back could inspire such thoughts? Not just any man
either, but this man who’d had his hands wrapped around her throat
ringing the life out of her. She had never felt like this before or
had this reaction to any man she’d ever met. Kana’s eyes rose off
the Hunter’s back to meet Zora’s wise old eyes. Kana’s face flushed
at Zora’s knowing gaze upon her. Vainly Kana hoped that her dark
skin would hide the flush from the rest of the others gathered in
the room.
    A smile touched Zora’s lips, as she pulled
the hunter’s shoulder length black hair to the side, “This is what
I wanted you to look at.”
    Kana gasped, as a hand flew up to cover her
mouth in shock at the sight of the alien device that seemed to be
fused into the upper bones of the Hunter’s neck and that
disappeared into the back of his skull.
    “What is it?” She breathed out in question
to Zora.
    “I’m not quite sure, but I have a few
theories. We’re going to take it off or at least as much of it as
we can.”
    “What will that do to him?” Kana asked.
    “It could kill him or leave him paralyzed or
perhaps something more positive.” Zora didn’t elaborate as to what
something more positive could be.
    “It’s been a while since I handled higher
technological apparatuses. I hope it comes back to me. Wash up over
there by the door and get ready to assist me cutting this stuff
off.”
    Kana glanced at Eshta and both shared a look
of curiosity at Zora’s choice of words. Zora had never really
spoken much of where she came from or what she had done before the
attack that destroyed the world. What she’d just said had been as
tantalizing of a clue, as she had ever let drop before, in regards
to her previous history.
    “Steady Kana! Steady! Don’t touch that cord!
Oh my dear I wish I could help you more, but my fingers just aren’t
steady enough anymore for work like this.” Zora said,