_The auxiliary shuttle is on its way to pick us up, Filrinn. We'll be gone within the hour._ They stood together, linking their minds, sharing an ecstasy in the meshing of identities that was greater than any physical fulfillment. _But we have that, too_, Janeen said for his ears alone. And then, to the calm, smiling faces that lingered in the background of their mingled consciousness: _Leave us._ The faces withdrew and left them--like children just grown to awareness of their own marvelous gifts--alone.