After a two hour workout, Cirr was beat. He racked up the weights he'd set up aboard Whaladon, headed back in the Cat to Layla long enough to sonic shower, change clothes, and head out again to Valiant.

For once, he didn't have any maintenance to do, and Sanis was stuck doing inventory. He tried to stick that job on the felinoid, but Cirr convinced him to take it himself, mainly by holding the human upside down by the ankles. Normally, Cirr didn't mind the work, but he wasn't feeling it lately and just needed some time to himself. After a few shakes, Sanis agreed.

Landing the Cat, Cirr headed to the galley, guided by the growl at his midsection. He wanted to eat, and maybe curl up somewhere for a nap. Maybe that would help his mind get uncluttered. It was almost like he'd gotten sick. His brain was infected with Lyanie. Feed a fever, right? Plenty of rest, right?