I went back to the kitchen and rummaged through the mugs. They all looked like they would be crushed in Dyami's massive hands. There was a large thermos in the cupboard. It was some sort of composite metal. Probably the best we could do. I filled it full of Torlian coffee, still steaming hot, and carried it back out.
Dyami's bulk shifted around, and he accepted the thermos by pinching it between two thick fingers. In his hand, it did look mug-sized. He brought it up to his face and inhaled deeply with a sound like bellows.
"Pleasure in aroma," he rumbled. Once again my teeth ached.
I rubbed my jaw. "What is that?"
Dyami looked up brow wrinkling.
Shanley coughed. "Ah, yes. I forgot to mention. Dyami speaks at infrasound levels, below our hearing. You're feeling that in your teeth. You
