Chapter 22
The physical sensations of Luis’s body faded away, one after the other. His back against the soft exam bed. The chilly air against his hands and face. Clothing, from his shirt and pants all the way down to the weight of his shoes. He knew he’d struggle to move his body right now if he tried, even though the Bitanthrans had managed.
His sense of smell increased, bringing in Tegwin’s familiar scent, a lingering wood fire from Ben, and some kind of pipe Willis probably smoked at least an hour ago. His hearing did the same, picking up everyone’s breathing and the smallest movements. His eyes were already closed.
He knew most of that would fade away just like his body’s feelings had. The only thing that lingered by design brought Tegwin’s voice.
“All of your readings look good. I
