didn't bear thinking about. The Sitheri had never been left without a leader before, and the Council was there to help run things, but without a leader they would fall into chaos. It was a leader's job to pull them all together, after all, and Ithril was more selfish than any of them seemed to realize.
It was hard to sleep with all of that swirling around his head, even when he was as tired as he was. The heavier air on this planet seemed to weigh him down more than he was used to, and he forcibly put his worries aside and practiced the deep breathing and relaxing techniques that his mother had taught him when he was younger.
Slowly he willed each muscle in his body to relax, and he dropped off to sleep gradually.
Carver couldn't be sure how much later it was when he woke up, and he had that disoriented feeling like something had woken him up and he was confused about what it was. Lying still, he listened, body tensing when he heard rustling the field outside. The cabin was still cloaked, but that didn't mean that there wasn't someone out there poking around.
He recalled that his transport had been seen, and it made perfect sense that someone would have come back to follow up on where it had gone. Things didn't just disappear into thin air, and it seemed that the humans were smart enough to be aware of that.
Carefully he got out of the bed and crept to one of the windows, looking out. The sun was low in the sky, but on the other side from where it had risen, and Carver realized with a jolt that he must have slept for most of the day. That was incredibly unlike him, and he cursed Ithril for whatever he'd put in his drink that was obviously still working its way through his system.
At least it was still daylight out, so he could see what was going on.
At first there was nothing to see, but then a figure made itself visible in the distance. Carver squinted, trying to see if he could identify what sort of person or animal it might be.
As the figure moved closer, it became apparent that it was a human and a female at that. She was much shorter than Sitheri females, and she moved like she was searching for something. Carver was certain he knew what she was searching for.
She held something in her hand that intrigued him, though. It looked to be the right size and shape to be a bio sensor, though he knew there was no way that it could be one since humans didn't seem to have that kind of tech yet. Whatever it was, the woman seemed adept at using it, her finger poised over the screen and her eyes sharp as she looked down at the device and then scanned the area around her.
As best he could tell, the readings she was getting weren't matching up with what she was seeing, and Carver couldn't help but smile. When Sitheri wanted to hide something, it stayed hidden. All she would be seeing right then was a large empty space and the moldering foundation of the cabin sitting right in the middle of what appeared to be a filthy swamp. Unless she actually found the door of the cabin, she wouldn't even be able to get close to it.
She looked frustrated, and Carver could understand that. For whatever reason, she seemed determined to find something, and the thought that she was trying to find him made him blink for a second.
Presumably the people who had seen the transport had told others. But the question was if she was working alone or for someone who wished him and his people harm.
From what he knew, only some humans believed in the possibility of life on other planets besides theirs, and Khaosali was so far from Earth that there was no way that any human had even really heard of it before. But there were exceptions to every rule, and it didn't make sense that no humans would be aware of the fact that there were others out there. And some of them probably even meant them harm.
Somehow Carver didn't think that was the case with this one. She seemed like she was in search of knowledge, information, even though he had no idea how he knew
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