<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, with Sorcha in the Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>"Sorr-kha..." Autolycus tried, rolling the unfamiliar vowels around in his mouth. "Sorr-kha." A strange name. A wild name... Yes, it was fitting enough, he decided, looking at the creature in the cage with his head to one side.<br/><br/>He took the cup as she handed it back and refilled it with water before holding it out to her once more. But as she reached out to take it he did not let go. Instead his free hand closed over hers and lingered there. He held it for an uncomfortably long time and all that time he watched her intently, wanting to know her reaction to her touch and, more than that, wanting to know if she remembered anything, anything at all of what had just happened between the two of them.