Cara was warm. And, she didn’t hurt anymore. Those two thoughts played through her mind as she tried to remember exactly where she was. She slowly forced her eyes to open. Frowning, she looked around. She was in Trelon’s living quarters. She didn’t remember coming here. She pushed her fuzzy brain trying to remember how she had gotten here. God, she needed some coffee in the worst way. She moved trying to slide out of the arms wrapped around her, but she was surprisingly weak. Had she been ill? Oh, yeah. She remembered now. She had the dreaded Trelon virus, she thought with a giggle.
Trelon felt the movement in his arms and tightened them when the soft, warm figure pressed against him tried to pull away. A part of him knew he should hold on tight and never let go. When the figure moved aga
