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spare hand. “Well, it was a tumour, it was big and it was hurting your control centre as well as dangerously close to a main artery.”
    She sighed and nodded. “I thought as much. I was affecting people I wasn’t even aiming at and that is when I turned myself in.”
    “How does your talent feel?”
    “Sore. It feels new, like it has gotten an overhaul.” She was sitting up in bed and the local physicians were coming in regularly to take readings.
    “You have. Roden went over every inch of you checking for abnormalities while you were sleeping. Resicor provided him with the necessary information about your physiology, and I passed it along to the doctors here.”
    “Ah. Well, that does explain the energy signature still running through my veins.” Wim shifted and Spot squeaked angrily at her until she settled.
    “He has been distraught.”
    Something was odd about that. “Why? How long was I out?”
    “Two weeks. It was necessary to check your body over and verify that the growth would not return.” His fingers stroked her palm. “It was persistent.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Your body rebuilt the growth five days ago, and it was removed again. This time, it was near the temporal lobe. So far you are clear, but it is something we need to monitor.”
    She sighed and scratched Spot under his chin. “Wonderful. This wasn’t something that I had planned on.”
    He ran his thumb over her palm and her skin prickled in reaction. “Nor had I.”
    There was a tension in Benliar that was a little peculiar.
    “What is up?”
    “Roden would like to ask you a question.”
    She paid attention and even Spot turned toward him.
    “I would ask that you become my Avatar.”
    “What? What about Benliar?”
    “You would not be my population Avatar, but you would carry a portion of my consciousness inside you. This would freeze your age and biology where you currently are while extending your lifespan indefinitely.”
    “What about the five-hundred-year cycle?”
    “It would not apply to you. You would remain as my Avatar as long as you wished.”
    “What about Benliar?”
    “He is on contract with me for five hundred years. Extending the contract would be up to him on a decade-by-decade basis. It has happened before.”
    “You have propositioned an alien woman before?” Wim gave him a narrow-eyed look.
    Roden grinned. “No. You are the first.”
    Benliar resumed control of his body. “He is waiting for your answer but take your time.”
    “Why is he offering this to me?”
    “He likes you. Worlds have been trying to get samples of Resicor DNA for years, and now, you have been offered to us for safekeeping. Roden would be honoured if you chose to add your genetics to the Roden population.”
    “How would I manage that if my biology was frozen in time?”
    “It would be negotiated at the time.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.
    “Where would I find the other genetic donor?”
    “Roden is offering me as a compatible mate.”
    She smiled slowly. “He is offering your poor body to throw itself on the strange alien for the sake of species development?”
    “Something like that. Consider me a permanent companion, like Spot.”
    She looked down at the creature in her arms. “Can Spot be included in this deal?”
    “After he transforms to an adult, yes, if he wishes it.”
    Spot looked up at her with his crystal eyes, and she tried to put the ideas into pictures and project them into his mind.
    He sent her an image of little ones, smaller Yaluthu.
    “He can have his children?”
    “They can be exempted into our species-import regulations. How fast do they breed?”
    Wim smiled and scratched Spot’s chin. “They reproduce when their bondmate is stable and they have what they feel is a good home. A protected environment.”
    “Will you accept Roden’s terms?”
    She twisted her lips. “I think I need to talk to Trala.”
    Wim’s hand felt cold when he left her with Spot. She scooted Spot