Chapter 30In fairy tales, they live happily ever after, Lydia thought, frowning at the blob of green protoplasm through the cell door, carbo-nick alloy bars reinforcing the glasma between them.
“Hasn't said a word since we put … it in there, your Highness,” the guard said. Beyond her, the detainment center Commander nodded in confirmation.
The optical organelles stared at the floor, not even pivoting to follow the conversation, laying flat against the upper torso above an intake orifice as limp as the rest of the creature. Mzixrhhz Gszmlh looked defeated.
“I don't think she's going to help us,” Orrin said. After the ball, he'd spent the night at the palace in one of the bazillion guest rooms and, at Lydia's request, had joined her to see if they might extract information from the dissid
