Her eyes looked at us but did not see us. She yelled at us. Not that we could understand any of it. The translator has given up. I was fairly certain she calling us any number of foul things. All of which I would accept if it would stop this pain. The pain that ripped through her with every bear of her heart. That was all I picked up now.
Before mating her she had been almost silent to me. After her thoughts and emotions were clear as a beautiful star rise. Now I only picked up pain from her. There was other emotions but they were faint, flickering things.
Over the last two sun revolutions on the ship we had learned our touch worked to calm her. The Bonding hormones at work, or so she had lead us to believe. Now it was doing nothing. We stroked her skin. With tails, hands, and wings. All of us trying to stop whatever was happening.
