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upward.
    “Thank Beryl, she sent me.” Blushing, she kept one hand clamped to the sheet and waited for him to stop trailing soft patterns on her skin.
    He seemed to have no inclination to stop, so she cleared her throat and whispered, “How long was I out?”
    He murmured, “Six hours. The others are doing cleanup, but they could use some help if you are able.”
    “I feel very weak.”
    He lifted his head. “I have a solution for that, but you might not like it.”
    “What?”
    “Blood sharing would enable you to tap into my energy.” He had a falsely innocent look on his face.
    She snorted and jerked her hand from his. “And would bind us together. That is a stupid idea.”
    Rand gave her a look that said he was making up his mind, and he leaned forward to kiss her. She was so surprised that she didn’t move as his lips parted hers and the edge of his teeth grazed her tongue.
    Energy crackled between them, and it entered her mouth, spreading through her body in a quickening that chased the hangover away and left her ready for action.
    When he leaned back, he smiled, “Better?”
    “Yes, but I still don’t have anything to wear.”
    “I think I can help you there.” He moved away from her and opened a few compartments. “This is fire fabric and should take care of your need for modesty.”
    He shook out a soft grey drape that resembled the gown in texture and weight she had worn to the Fire Festival. He handed it to her and turned his back with his arms crossed.
    She sighed and used the energy coursing through her to stand up and drape the cloth around her twice before tightening it over her breasts like a fireproof towel.
    He turned and nodded. “May I make a few suggestions?”
    She looked down and sighed. “Sure.”
    She squeaked when he untucked the edge and moved it around her until she was wrapped only once. He slipped his fingers between her skin and the fabric and a small spark welded the fabric together over her left breast. He draped the excess fabric over her shoulder, and it wrapped around her arm gracefully, hanging nearly to her ankles while staying out of the way.
    Nanette smiled. “Will the weld hold?”
    “If not, I promise to drape the fabric over you in seconds.”
    “Right, well, let’s go.” She clapped her hands together and jumped when a spark arced between her palms. “What was that?”
    “I gave you some of my energy. Your body is compatible, so it should work well with you until you rest. It will dissipate while you sleep.”
    He held out his hand, and when she took it, he swung her up into his arms.
    “What are you doing?”
    “You don’t have footwear. There is rubble and broken glass on the ground. We are not equipped to heal a Terran injury here. We can seal it, but all of our spray skins are of the hues of the W’lyn.”
    “I won’t injure myself. I have been taking care of myself for a very long time.” She made a face and crossed her arms as the locals began to call out to Rand in greeting.
    “Allow me to take care of you for now. It is not too much to ask since you saved my family.”
    “I didn’t save them. They had plenty of air.”
    “And no way out. We have no equipment that could have gotten through that black stone in time. It would have taken weeks and that was time that they did not have.”
    “Black stone?”
    “The hardest substance here on W’lyn. Cutting through it takes ages. It was why our ancestors chose the place for their first dwellings. There were already tunnels and caverns inside it, cut by ancients that were long gone.”
    She looked around and shuddered at the devastation. “And to think that it almost all ended today.”
    He laughed. “This area is known for its seismic activity. The environment we get to live in is thought to be a fair trade for the danger.”
    Nanette shivered and looked at those who were trying to salvage what they could. “It doesn’t look like a fair trade to me.”
    He pressed a kiss to her forehead and