“Hey.” Alex laid his hand on Neya’s shoulder and shook her gently, barely awake as he tried to get her attention. “Hey, wake up.”
Neya didn’t respond immediately, still whimpering and twitching violently in her sleep. Her body went stiff when she came to, a yell strangled in her throat. The pale Tslao panted quietly, limbs spasming with less and less force as she started to relax.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Alex could have asked for directions when he left Eleya’s quarters. He should have. It would have been the smart thing to do, but pride kept him from that. He ought to know his way around the ship as well as anyone else who spent a large portion of their time there, but nothing in that section indicated where on the ship he was. All the doors were labeled, but none of the corridors were. At least he knew where to find the linens now.