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“Hey!”
    Raygar smirked but kept working. “The ladies do enjoy protesting, but I believe it is the feeling of being caught that startles that sound out of them. I was asking Skiria if she would consider alteration for our environment when her time as ambassador has run its course; she might consider it. She would certainly be able to wear nicer clothing. That suit’s design screams functional.”
    Skiria looked down and scowled. “It isn’t that bad.”
    “It isn’t feminine either aside from the body inside it. If you didn’t have that marvellous hair, I would have given up hope.”
    Her mind bubbled with amusement at the situation. She had almost been burned alive for a crime she never meant to commit, and now, she was discussing fashion and femininity with the body and mind of a living planet.
    Tyvor was standing and swaying slightly as his great-grandparent completed the healing. He was amused by the conversation, that much was certain.
    “I haven’t had time or the opportunity to shop, Avatar.” She crossed her arms self-consciously.
    “And I do not mean to mock you, Ambassador. You have many assets and that suit does a good job of concealing them. It will serve you well while you travel, but when you return to Salass, you will need a new wardrobe. I will make the arrangements while you travel. Things should be in order by the time your return.”
    He straightened and stepped away from Tyvor. “There, good as new.”
    “Thank you, Raygar-Salass. Your guard was upset by your passing.” Tyvor nodded and then grunted when his great-grandparent hugged him.
    Raygar ruffled Tyvor’s hair, pulling it out of the braid. “I am sorry that they were so rough with you.”
    Tyvor paused and then crushed Raygar in another hug. “I thought you were dead.”
    “A handshake from a woman wearing gloves can’t kill me, Tyvor. You should know that; you flew with her. Does she have a malicious bone in her body?”
    Tyvor released his grandparent and stepped back, wiping his eyes. “No, but you were not breathing, there were no life signs and your temperature dropped.”
    “Did Salass grieve? Were there tremors in the depths?”
    Tyvor shook his head. “No.”
    “Look for those signs before you allow your mother to kill in my name again. I will have a long talk with her and make my wishes clear. Salass will take the necessary revenge if he chooses to. It is not for my people to decide.”
    Tyvor nodded. “I will pass it along. I doubt that she will listen.”
    Skiria blinked. “Right. Tea?”
    She led the way into her cottage and went to the dispenser, summoning a pot of tea and three cups with all the accessories. With a tray loaded, she went to her outdoor table and gestured for her guests to sit.
    Tyvor and Raygar-Salass looked surprisingly at ease sitting in the sun with a cup of tea in front of them. Skiria took her chair and sat primly while sipping at the sweet brew.
    Raygar leaned back and his eyes changed to pure blue. “Well, it is good to see you up and around, Ambassador.”
    Tyvor sat straight and inclined his head. “Salass, this is Skiria Linz. Skiria, this is the soul of the world speaking through my grandfather. The eyes are the clue.”
    “She knows who I am, or she would if she would just check the outer dome of her mind. Lovely structure by the way; it was why Resicor chose you to be her ambassador. You can carry the message and remain untouched by it. It is a rare talent.”
    “Um, thank you. May I take a moment?” Skiria bit her lip and crept up on the tenth ring in her mind. One band was alive and bright and bore the touch of Salass. They must have actually made contact for him to have made an impression on her.
    Now that one segment glowed, she could see the rings on the outer layer. A quick count gave her twenty-nine dark rings in the exterior layer of her mind that hadn’t been there when she had developed her talent. The pain of the final contact with Resicor made sense now. Resicor