Page 279 of Commander’s Mate
A medic came through the door.
“Deyan Reh?”
She lifted her head.
“Your daughter is stable. She has respiratory injury, infection, and an untreated fracture that healed badly during captivity. She is conscious.”
Deyan stared.
“Can I see?”
“Yes.”
The medic looked at me.
“One family member.”
“I’m not family.”
Deyan’s grip tightened.
“You brought her name.”
Not the same thing.
But I understood what she meant.
“I’ll wait.”
She went inside.
I sat against the corridor wall because all the chairs were occupied by people learning whether the universe had given someone back.
Across from me, a Farseek man stared at a closed medical door.
Beside him, a woman held a child who had not spoken since Breskaa.
Farther down, two sisters argued over which of them had been more worried.
A medic laughed.
Someone screamed in grief.
Reunion was not one emotion.
It was a hallway.
Tivid sat beside me.
“You should rest.”
“So should you.”
“I do not require as much sleep as humans.”
“Convenient.”
He handed me a slate.
