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you. It is in your quarters.”
    She grabbed Spot, flipped back the sheets and sprinted out of the room without a stitch on.
    She set her Yaluthu down and went into her wardrobe wondering what he had meant about a suit, when a bodysuit with a black and white twist on it made it very obvious.
    Wim got suited up and she pinned her hair on her head.
    She could feel it when Benliar arrived in her room. “I have to say that the suit is warm. I might wear it all the time.”
    He looked her over and smiled. “I might insist on it.”
    “Spot. You stay here and have a nap or get the bots to bring up some food.”
    “They already have it in their morning protocols. They will make sure he is fed. Come along, Wim.”
    She got to his side and he wrapped one arm around her. This was not a damsel pose; she was going in like a Guardian.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    The ship coming in was filled with men in mech suits, and they were streaming out, seeking the inhabitants of Roden.
    “Where are you going to start?”
    “I am going to start in the town and cease their assault of my people.”
    “What should I do?”
    “Whatever comes to you.”
    He flew off and left her overlooking the town from a hill even with the landed ship.
    “Whatever comes to me?”
    She looked at the men in the mech suits and their prey. With a deep breath, she gripped the locals with her mind and gave them telekinesis and pyrokinesis, and the concentration to use it.
    The mechs didn’t know what hit them. They were driven back to their ship by waves of mental force and flames in a variety of hues.
    The locals continued using what she had given them until the invaders were helpless. She replenished what they had used of their own energies and removed the psychic powers.
    Benliar came roaring out of the town with four mechs gathered in his arms. He propelled them into the ship, and from her vantage point, Wim could see the ship rocking. Someone was getting their ass kicked.
    When he emerged from the ship, he was bloody but smaller. He really had been large enough to hold four mechs side by side.
    She absently gave a few of the folk in the town healing talent to mop up the damage and empathy to help with the traumatized.
    Wim sat on the hilltop and kicked her feet at the edge of the embankment. Her mind felt fine. It was strong and she could turn it on and off. That had to be progress.
    When Benliar came back to her, she retracted her psychic gifts and she smiled at him. “Everyone is healed, those with trauma have been taken care of and I am ready for breakfast.”
    He brushed at the blood on his suit. “Me too. The councillor of the town is eager to meet you, but I have told him that we are new to the whole mated Avatar schematic. We are feeling our way.”
    She snuggled to his side. “That was what you did last night.”
    He laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Tease.”
    A wave of energy passed through them and the blood was gone, as were the green stains from the grass Wim had been sitting on.
    He launched with her locked against him, and they headed home. It might have been the suit or it could have been the touch of Roden, but she wasn’t cold as she flew with him.
    Spot waddled up to her, looking scruffier than he had that morning. He chirped happily and the bots rolled up. “He has requested greater protein input into his diet. We have complied.”
    Spot looked smug as Wim picked him up and he felt heavier. “How much did he eat?”
    “Half a kilo.” The pillars rolled away and left them.
    Benliar smiled, “At least there were no messages.”
    They headed inside and up to the bedrooms to change. Wim entered Benliar’s chamber first and she came to a halt. “Oh, hello.”
    The woman with the sunset-coloured hair sat up from her naked lounging. “Oh, dear. I did not know he had already picked up a companion.”
    Wim turned to Benliar and his skin darkened. “Companion?”
    He cleared his throat. “The adrenaline and energy of Roden