“Lexx, are you okay?”  Chel stared at Lexx, taking note of the tense lines crossing his face.  His eyes were clenched shut in an unnatural way and the grip had on the back of his head and neck revealed that something was wrong.

Satisfied that her message was received, Riane loosened her grip on Lexx.  He sagged forward in relief, rubbing the back of his head.  “Yes, I’m fine, Chel.”  The statement did little to remove Chel’s concern.