Caitlin's breath caught in her throat, after she had just merged her mind with Zendedari. She touched his hair with gentle fingers, ran a fingertip along his jaw in a small caress. "You really dislike being alone."
I think the word dislike is not nearly strong enough, he answered dryly. I cannot breathe unless you are close to me.
"I didn't realize it was so terrible for you. I'm sorry I was so insensitive, Zen. I wasn't meaning to be. I have a tendency to plan things out far in advance. What you're picking up in my mind is something altogether different. Our situation is becoming desperate. I have to drive into one of the villages and get us some supplies. Blood, clothes for you." She held up a hand. Merged as she was with him, she felt his instant rejection of her plan. "We don't have a choice, Zen. I'm going to have to leave immediately in order to get down to the village first thing in the morning."
