She could feel her body regenerating. As she noticed it, her father noticed it, too. Surprised, but relieved, he looked into her face as she gazed up at him.
‘Peace, Father,’ she radiated at him, still weak and numbed from the short, fierce battle with the Praetor.
She glowed love at him and touched his cheek. ‘I’m not insane, Father. Maybe we can make a room someplace where this feedback would affect others less.’
She watched as he thought about that for a moment, then she felt joy radiating through her from her father as he made up his mind about her.
'When Elaine is strong enough,' he told her, 'we will declare a holiday, so you both can rejoice in life, together! In the meantime, I shall begin preparation of a shielded area to house you!'
‘What! A prison?’ Béla asked in his mind. ‘You would lock me away? Are you that afraid of me, Father?’
‘You would have the same freedoms you enjoy now, Child!’ Sibilius replied, hurt that his first daughter believed that he feared her. ‘The shielded housing is for your…’
‘For us to make love!’ Béla shouted happily into his mind. ‘Oh, Father! You’re wonderful!’
"Wait! She is not ready!’ her father interrupted. ‘You must wait until she is stronger! She can’t even walk, yet!’
Béla was satisfied and agreed to stay away from Elaine until she was stronger and on her feet.
Elaine, upon finding this out, exercised harder than she had ever done anything before in her entire previous existence. She could feel Béla in her mind constantly. Neither was able to break the psychic contact. Sometimes, they exercised together; Béla, in the cargo bay, wildly flailing her wings against the resistance her tether provided, and Elaine, working her body on the footpads and arm pulls of her birthing table.
Elaine, having been reborn with a more toned body than Béla when her body had been reanimated, beat Béla’s record for taking her first steps by three full days.
Sibilius watched his daughters' psychic relationship develop while he helped Elaine with conditioning her body. Once more, he realized, Béla had come up with a solution to a problem that could have been catastrophic to their survival – a place where they could love and not flood the crew with their psychic broadcasts. It was almost ready.
In the future, the bodies he designed for members of his dying race to occupy would have less altering done to their nervous systems. Béla and her sisters, and probably her brother, would, most likely, be strongly sexually oriented for the rest of their lives in their present bodies, but in the later models of his hybrids, they could be more comfortably content with their sexuality.
Or perhaps not; it has been fifty centuries since any of his people, including himself, had been able to have sex. The Praetor helped by directing their thoughts away from that sort of emotional turmoil. Once capable of sexual activity again, they might want to splurge on it for awhile.
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