They huddled in the semi-darkness. The sandstorm was still howling outside. The thick mud walls of their temporary shelter shook every once in a while, accompanied by heavy thuds.
Saren flipped the unconscious woman onto her side with his foot.
“What do we do with that lot?” Galea asked.
He knelt to examine the children. Nihlus shuffled nervously on the spot. The sore topic has finally been broached.
Continue reading [46]They sit in silence, watching the credits roll. For some reason, he has one arm around Nihlus and zero ideas about how it got there. And the bowl of berries is half-empty.
“That was so good.”
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Continue reading [44]Saren crossed Taetrus off the list with a sigh.
“It’s better that we found out sooner rather than later,” Nihlus said, echoing his own thoughts. “Almost there. I can feel it.”
No doubt about that. The keen edge to Nihlus’ gaze, the set of his mandibles, the way he rubbed his knuckles — he was feeling it, feelinghis way through this whole fiasco. Sometimes Saren worried about him.
Continue reading [43]“Nihlus.”
“Yeah.”
He rubbed his fringe, the back of his neck. Everything seemed more or less all right. Phew. Slowly, he picked himself up from the floor and started gathering the fallen sheets. There was a slight ringing in his ears as he rose.
“Think before you act.” Saren tossed him a bandage.
“I know.” Nihlus sighed, peeling away the adhesive. “Fuck it, that’s the last time I get sexual advice from a krogan.”
And the temperature in the little cabin dropped ten solid degrees from Saren’s glare.
“Agh!” Nihlus snarled when he knocked over the bottle of detergent for the third time. Good thing the lid managed to stay on. He’d almost slipped in a puddle of the stuff just minutes before, and had bruised his wrist on the edge of the counter trying to catch his balance. His uninjured wrist, too.
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