‘What is your name?’ asked Xenia again, in the same stern voice as before.
‘My name is Rarni.’
‘It is good to meet you, Rarni. Are you able to stand?’
Naturally, he was more than capable of standing unaided. However, direct contact made entering the body of another that much easier.
‘Damn itch!’ she cursed, throwing her warm blanket onto the floor.
She scratched at the flesh where her left arm connected to her bronze mechanical claw. The join itched incessantly. Frustrated, she paced around the room like an angry animal, desperately hoping that the cold air would sooth the relentless irritation. The crisp air quickly worked its magic, calming the inflamed skin. She grabbed a linen cloth from a storage cubbyhole and soaked it in a bucket of ice-cold water. The water was borderli
