In the hold below her, a round-headed cat faced alien lifted her head, gazing up as though she could see through the deck to the woman above, then lowered her nose and tucked it into her tail. Evanescent sighed, pleased that she had only needed to nudge a little here and there during the final battle. That native woman had surprised her, though, there at the last—her mind reading had been much more acute than she’d shown before, actually glimpsing the alien climbing up the ship’s ramp, and Evanescent had needed to do a little quick memory erasing before she had gone into the ship.
Still, it was done, and well done. It had all been very amusing, strengthening telepaths and hindering ghosts—but it had been surprisingly wearying, too. Evanescent yawned and composed herself for a month or two of sleep.