Kasib, on the other hand, ignored the Amorite now that he'd been dismissed. He was much more interested in him…
Doctor Peyman gestured to his clothing which had been neatly stacked on a chair in the corner. "I would prefer you remain in the infirmary until you recover more, but we have an unexpected visitor. If you will give me a moment, I will remove the eye-vees from your arm." He stepped slowly and deliberately towards the bed, his claws held out, palms up, to signify he would not harm him.
Jamin resisted the urge to shriek and cringe away from those clawed hands as they tugged off the slender tentacles attached to his head and chest. Peyman's hands were warm, not cold as he had expected they would be. The cricket-box shrieked worse than a bird whose nest was being raided by a rodent,
