“However,” she continued, leaning forward and clasping her hands together. “The intention is absolutely to get you back to your ship. I’m asking you to be patient.”
The corner of his mouth curled a little as Henley flashed into his mind.
“Not…historically good at that,” he told her.
She looked at him knowingly. “And you don’t believe me.”
“I’d like to,” he rasped. “But you have not given me anything to hold onto.”
“Is not getting you away from those Hutt sucking bastards enough?” she asked him, arching an elegant eyebrow.
He considered how to answer this. It was compelling, yes. Unless she had other motives. He was well aware that he held a ghoulish sort of value to various beings around the galaxy.
She understood his silence.
“I swore to you that you would be with friends. I am not lying, Captain. There are no ulterior motives in saving you. And you will return to your ship. When you are physically capable of doing so.”
“What friends?” he asked, throat aching with so much talking. “My closest friend in the world is on my ship. I have no others.”
She sucked at her bottom lip and he could see her weighing her reply in those wonderful blue eyes.
“I…can’t tell you that. I wish I could, Captain, believe me. I will merely reiterate, you are safe here. Doctor Frolov says you will have the final surgery tomorrow to make sure that everything heals as it should.”
He tried to paste on a relieved smile and nodded.
He had to escape.