Tagg was warmed by the offer of assistance from Kajika; that was good, right? “Thank you, but… my problem is more something that is happening inside my head.” He snorted in ill humor. “But if I think of anything you can do to help, I will let you know.”
Another scent hit his nose, this one far warmer and soothing than the other two. “No, this isn’t Neha.” He chuffed in greeting, shaking his head. “You look incredibly like your mother.”
Cernan beat him in replying to her statement. Though Tagg considered himself someone who doesn’t generally like yearlings, he found these two very likable. He could see curiosity burning in Cernan’s eyes, but he was polite enough not to ask. Not that Tagg would really mind if he did; he would answer, or he wouldn’t. He felt no obligation to do so if he didn’t care to.
At the mention of Des, however, his mood fell slightly. He nodded. “I remember her.” He said softly. He had liked her; she was his friend, and helped him get settled the first time. He was sad to find that she too had vanished without a trace. Nobody stays with you forever. He reminded himself. He shook off the gloom before turning back to Kajika. “Correct me if I’m wrong… but weren’t you training to be a healer?”
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