A slender brown-haired Krinar woman walked around Mia, attaching little white dots to her forehead, temples, and the back of her neck. Mia had fully expected to be knocked out for the reversal of Saret’s procedure, but the mind apprentice—Laira—said Mia had to be conscious.
“There you are,” Laira said with satisfaction. “All done. Now please have a seat. It can be on Korum’s lap if you want.” She winked, and Mia laughed, liking this K woman. According to Korum, Laira was young, less than two hundred years of age, and already considered a rising star in the field of mind studies.
Korum smiled and pulled Mia onto his lap. “Sure, I’m happy to hold her.”
“I bet you are.” Laira grinned. “That’s a cute charl you’ve got there.”
“Excuse me,” Mia said, putting a possessive arm around Korum’s ne
