> > >Regaining control, she opened her eyes and hoped her companion had not
> > >noticed the lapse.
> >
> > Kitanya had stopped talking and was watching her intently, her eyes filled
> > with concern. "Arrre you all rrright?" she asked softly.
>
> "Yes," t'Llhweiir said. "Why do you ask?"
>
> > "You looked - you suddenly looked like you werrre a million miles away."
>
> "My apologies, Kitanya," she replied with an informality, as if she was
> speaking to an old friend, that had been totally absent before. "It has
> been a long day, I guess."
>
> (response)
She knew that somehow she had tapped into Brennan's memories and, since
they had come unbiddened, she could not know when or if it would happen
again. Suddenly, she switched tactics. "We could go back and forth,
feeling each other out. Let me suggest, however, that we take your
Jirr'ith and cut through to the reason for this meeting. Then, we can
enjoy the dinner."
(response)
t'Llhweiir ends
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