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appropriate for him to take me around.”
    Turnari sighed and steered her toward the door. “You scare him. He is freaked out by the fact that you can manipulate via contact without having a psychic impact. He isn’t used to being vulnerable.”
    Bits sighed and left her quarters, closing the door behind her. “I am not threatening. Unless someone wants me to use my talent, I don’t need to program any part of me.”
    They walked the hall toward the lift. “Why do you use the term program?”
    “Ah, it is a family rumour that we had Avari in the mix. My talent seems to work like nanomachines, so I use the phrase program.”
    He nodded and a distant look came to his eyes as they got into and rode the lift to the main floor. Something she had said was resonating in him. Whatever it was, they had a week of morning sessions to work through it.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Craft therapy was an odd requirement, but after a few days of having Turnari helping her direct her thoughts and senses, working with her hands came as a relief.
    She made jewellery boxes, bookshelves and wooden spoons with the materials they stocked in the workshop. All she had to do was sign out the materials so they could be replaced and she could make whatever she wanted.
    The morning session had been particularly brutal. Turnari had taken her restrictor away. She was having to go through one entire day with her own mind confining itself.
    Today, she finished the circular box that she was making for one of the men in her combat-tactics course. She didn’t want to go into battle, but if she ended up in one, she wanted to know what was going on.
    Her medical checkups were showing progress. She should be back to a normal body weight in ten weeks or less. She would be able to go on missions in ten more days. That would help her clear the debt that she was gathering while she took classes and recovered.
    Bits finished her project with a swipe of oil and set it on a shelf to dry. Working with her hands was also part of her control tests. She had to keep from using sweat and oil to mark the items she was making with emotions she wanted to pass along.
    She washed her hands, left the workshop and headed for the dining hall. Her appetite was coming back, and it was signalling her with comforting regularity.
    Her combat classmates waved at her, and she waved back before turning to get a tray and start loading up her increasingly large meal.
    When she turned toward the sitting area with her tray, she glanced into Turnari’s corner, and he was sitting there, waving her over. It wasn’t the most polite greeting, but since he could reach into her mind and summon her over, it had its charm.
    She nodded to her friends and then headed for her tutor’s table.
    He smiled at her tray. “Good. So, how has your day gone?”
    She shrugged. “I have managed to keep myself to myself so far, but as we discussed, I am remaining in the unshielded areas to test my control.”
    “Bravo. You are doing well.”
    “I think so.” She smiled and started eating.
    “Fixer would like to see you. She has some changes that she would like to make to your armour. Would you be able to return to the base after dinner?”
    “Of course.”
    “Wearing the armour?” He raised his brows.
    “Definitely. It boosts my stamina, and I can run at a frightening pace.”
    His lips quirked. “Even after a meal?”
    “Of course. My metabolic rate is cruising along quite well. By the time I run up the stairs to get the suit, things will be fine.”
    “Do you need a flight?”
    She shook her head. “I can run there in half an hour. I need a bit of exertion.”
    He sat back and sipped at his beverage. “Are you enjoying your time here?”
    Bits wrinkled her nose and swallowed. “Most of the time, yes. There are a few moments that are uncomfortable, but that is part of learning.”
    Turnari nodded. “You don’t mind the psychic invasion?”
    “No. It is necessary for the training. I can feel the