Jayani brightened and positioned herself, sitting on the bed beside Sharif, her morning gown under her robe as alluring for what it didn't reveal as her robe was for the voluptuous shapes that it clung to. She assumed a lotus, her head thrown back and palms upturned on her knees. She sighed and brought her head forward to look at him. “How do you feel now?”
All morning his limbs had felt like lumps of lead. He tried to lift an arm and raised it easily. He tried the other arm and smiled when it came up as eagerly.
Jayani smiled. “Let me go see Casper,” she whispered, and climbed off the bed.
Watching her leave the room, Sharif asked, “Why didn't you warn us about the volcanic gasses?”
“It didn't occur to me.” Doctor Shanmugam spread his hands. “And you know your chemistry as well as she
