Chapter 48
December, 3,390 BC
Zulu Sector: Prince of Tyre
NINSIANNA
For almost a year the lizard-demons had inhabited Ninsianna's nightmares, but as she bit off the sticky-cloth called tape and used it to secure the soft, porous bandage covering Apausha's belly, it was hard to hate the creature. She finished up, then turned her attention to his hand.
"Let me massage your fingers."
She tried not to flinch as Apausha held out his healing fingers. Not quite talons, the creature had long, sharp nails which he could partially retract like a cat's claws. She placed his hand between her own.
"Let me know where it hurts," Ninsianna said, "and where it's merely uncomfortable."
Apausha stoically flexed each finger, and then flinched when she bent one a little further than it wanted to go. He
