Tinsori Light
Seignur Veeoni’s Private Workroom
Medical Alcove
Traven let them in without comment, showed them to the autodoc, and opened it so that Haz could put Lorith down on the pad, straightening legs and arms so that she would fit tidily inside the treatment area.
Tolly brought the hood down. The control board lit, showing three steady greens and a repeating pattern of yellow dots.
“That must be an old one it’s looking for,” Traven said, and, as the lights steadied, flashed and went to green, added, “Found her.”
She turned. “Will you stay, or will I call you when she’s released?”
“We’ll stay,” Tolly said. “I promised Light Keeper yos’Phelium I’d take care of her. Can we borrow a couple screens?”
“I’ve got some portables. Table folds down from here.” She patted the wall as she went past.
Haz tended to the table, Tolly moved a pair of chairs over and went back to consider the ’doc.
“Is there a problem, Mentor?” Traven came to look over his shoulder.
“Looks like a longer repair than I’d’ve thought for a tranq dart,” he said.
“Must be something else, too,” Traven said comfortably. “As far back as it had to search to find her, I’d let it work.”
“Right,” Tolly said.
“Mentor, I wonder if you could assist me,” Traven said suddenly.
Tolly raised his eyebrows. “What with?”
“Seignur Veeoni has given me the task of producing a persuasive document. I’m now wondering if there is such a thing as too persuasive, and if I have achieved it. Would you read it and give me your fair opinion?”
Tolly grinned.
“Be pleased to,” he said. “Right back, Haz.”