There is was again, the dull stab towards the back of her skull. She rubbed at it with an offhand, shifting her grip on the gun. The ache was far below the scattered implants, and well above the last round of vaccinations. There was no reason for it, and yet there it was. Yula flexed her shoulder experimentally, but nothing changed. Her partner hissed, low and rumbling at the unexpected motion.
“What, it hurts.’ She thumped her free hand against the scaly neck as Gian turned his massive head to stare at her. “Ah, just wait until they start sticking things in your head, we’ll see who bitching then.” Gian just blinked and chomped the air contentedly, adding to the puddle of drool gathering in the leaves at his paws. She sighed, “Felas.”