 Lew's memories are intermingling with Thigs, making him feel what?
Oddest of all, he wore no garments, other than the necessary belt and straps to support his rod-like weapon of white metal and his pouches for food and specimens. Here he patiently sat down to wait for an Earthman or an Earthwoman to pass. His task now was to bring a native, intact if possible, back to the carefully buried space cruiser where his two fellows and himself would drain the creature's mentality of all its knowledge. In this way they could learn whether a planet was suited for colonization by later swarms of Orthans. Already they had charted over a hundred celestial bodies but of them all only three had proven worthy of consideration. Then he had no time for further speech, the massive arms of the stranger had wound around him and two hamlike hands shut off his speech and his wind. "With a psychic relay we will transfer the Earthman's memories and meager store of knowledge to the brain of Thig! So it was that the bodies of the Earthman and the Orthan were strapped on two parallel tables of chill metal and the twin helmets, linked to one another by the intricacies of the psychic relay, put upon their heads. For ten hours or more the droning hum of the relay sucked Terry's brain dry of knowledge. Twice, with subtle drugs they restored pseudo-life to his body and kept the electrical impulses throbbing from his tortured brain, but after the third suspension of life Thig removed his helmet.
 Discontent with his regular life as he becomes more enamored with Earth life.
 Worry. He begins to worry that he won't be able to separate from Lew properly later on.  Discontent with his regular life as he becomes more enamored with Earth life.  Anger at that state of Orthan civilization.  Worry. He worries that the Hord will no longer accept him when he returns.