But here, here she was the epitome of virtue. Mom xxx There was a moment of blinding pain in her head, and she had the fleeting thought that it was a good thing Lonji didn’t have bones, because they might have cracked in her grip. The hand on the shoulder thing must have been some kind of symbolic signal, that a handler’s charge is off-limits. She mumbled a quick, “NEST, Cradle,” before her legs gave out on her and the tentacles scooped her up as she began to fall. Without the control of the neural nodes, her heartbeat alone was enough to push her over the edge. “Standard procedure when a gladiator is in close proximity with a ranking noble.”
“Sure,” Kyla said dismissivly. Sighing with contentment, Kyla closed her eyes and let the NEST rock her to sleep.
