I can feel it… like you’re not two people, but a pair, with your backs to each other, facing out.” She lifted her head. “Do you have that metaphor, or is it a Harat-Shar thing? It’s part of the angel religion, the idea that on life’s battlefield your partner is the person you trust enough to guard your back.” “The metaphor is self-explanatory,” Jahir said, and it was, and it struck him powerfully. “Well, that’s what I want,” Luci said. And added, “Except with sex. Personal preference there.” Vasiht’h laughed shakily. “Yes. At least you’ve got enough Harat-Shar in you for that.”
