Viglar injected her and then turned to Zanr, and they grunted at each other. She really had to make some effort to learn that grunty language. Could a human make those sounds? The doctor left and Zanr came over to her. "Viglar said it will take a few hours before the treatment works."
She sighed. "I suppose it was too much to hope that I'd be cured instantly." She clutched her arms around herself. "Will it hurt?"
"Yes."
She glared at him. "You can at least try and reassure me."
"You said never lie to you."
She sighed. "You picked a great time to listen to me." That dizzy feeling had the room spinning around her, and she laid down on the couch.
He knelt before her and took her hands in his. "You are losing your balance again?"
"Yes."
"You may lie to me about this, my breeder," he said, sounding haunted.
Her smile had to be as pathetic as she felt. She traced his prominent brow, the ridge running to his head, down his temples, over his cheeks, and to those tough-looking lips.