Ima lay flat on his back. He used to have a body of flesh, and he has one again (here and now).
The King and guards have moved to confront the mechanoid host.
Two guards stand close to me. Their health protective system fields alight red when they get close to me. I remember hearing about that alien man on the mirror plane. His body also was covered in infectious biotics.
The poor elLan woman looks at me. Clearly she has turned off her social control systems.
Inquisitive. Surprised. Intrigued.
Oh, if she were a Wroug woman I would know that I was lost. She would claim me with a glance like that. With that kind of expression, with this kind of prolonged gaze.
She gives a knowing smile.
A smile traced with exasperation turned into surprised joy. She likes how I look.
I have a face people honestly like to look at.
In silent regard, she honestly likes me and knows that I like her back.
The body I am in blushes and releases a slow sigh. It is not the way a Wroug man would react, but I have the feeling it is something the elLan understands.
Returning my sigh with one of her own.