No unnatural pose or set to any of his limbs, no signs of bleeding and his skin was a normal hue. Relief flooded her at the strong beat under her fingers. Looking for signs of breathing, she pressed two fingers into his throat to locate a pulse. She darted forward and dropped to her knees next to the fallen man. A feeling confirmed when she saw Lyon’s arm motionless on the arm of the chair, and beyond him, Cael sitting in the copilot’s seat, also as still as a statue. She padded forward until she could see down between the seats, the sense that something was wrong increasing. What was he doing lying on the floor? There were at least two other cabins at the back if he needed to take a nap, or the bench seats lining the rear section of the cabin. Male, no leg brace and not as big as Lyon. It was empty… She paused, catching sight of a pair of legs sprawled between the two rows of seats at the front of the cockpit. She pushed the door open farther and stepped through it. She wasn’t stupid, she’d caught the looks between them and the way Lyon’s expression focused inward, as though he was concentrating on something she couldn’t see or hear. Perhaps they were communicating through other means? She knew they could talk to each other without speaking. The main cabin was silent, not even the soft banter she’d heard between Cael and Archon filling the air.
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