Chapter Twenty
Krac sat next to the bed reading the information Rorrak had sent him. Every few minutes his eyes would wander over the still, pale figure quietly sleeping. He nodded when Toolas came in and walked over to the bed. He watched as the healer checked the monitor hooked up to Skeeter. He already knew what it said as he had tapped into it and received minute by minute updates.
He ignored the amused smile on Toolas’ face as she noted the stuffed Triterian carefully tucked under the covers next to Skeeter, one of her slender arms carefully wrapped around it. Instead, he focused on the changes as she adjusted the medication. He noticed that she had shut off the medication that was keeping Skeeter in a deep sleep.
“She is well enough to wake?” he asked.
Toolas glanced in surprise
