Arthur woke with Beatrice's thoughts echoing in his mind, a constant low hum of tactical analysis and cultural insights that hadn't been there the night before.
Their bond had evolved during sleep, creating something unprecedented: a strategic partnership that transcended normal human limitations.
"I can feel your tactical assessments," Beatrice murmured, still pressed against his side in the pre-dawn darkness. "Every decision tree, every probability calculation flowing through your mind."
"And I have access to your research," Arthur replied, testing the strange new connection. Orcish phrases, cultural nuances, political structures all of Beatrice's accumulated knowledge now flowed through their shared consciousness like an open book.
He could sense her amazement through the bond as he spoke a complex Orcish phrase perfectly, despite never studying the language himself.
