Chapter Seven
A day or so later, Eva emerged from her room to find Tren already waiting for her. She quickly hid her tiredness and mustered her usual smile for him. She’d slept for days, or that’s what it felt like, but her body still ached with weariness. Too much PsiTravel in a short space of time took its toll.
‘Good morning,’ she said. ‘I think.’
Tren returned her smile, but then his gaze travelled downwards and the smile disappeared. His eyes widened.
He said something inarticulate, then coughed. ‘Uh. Is it the “good” part or the “morning” part you’re unsure about?’
‘Maybe both,’ she replied, her lips twitching. Tren’s eyes still hadn’t managed the long climb back up to her face.
‘Wh… what are you wearing,’ he said faintly.
‘Trousers.’
‘I can see that, yes, but…’ He swallowed.
