"Hmm?"

"Nothing, sorry."

"It's fine, I was just curious."

He nods.

"I'm making such a mess of this, I really should've tried harder to prepare for guests..."

"So far as I can tell you had no reason to expect any."

"Yeah, but if I didn't get any I was going to go insane, so..."

"Fair enough."

"It's good strategy to plan more for the situation where you have a chance even when it's less likely than the one where you don't."

"I think you're doing fine anyway."

"Thanks."

"It helps that we just came from a war zone and have really low standards," Panga opines.

Snort.

"No one's trying to kill us and we don't have to set a watch so we can escape when that inevitably changes! It's great."

"Yep," says Tiro. "Being the only people on the planet will do that."

"Less great," she admits. "Still better than dying."

"And," Luvei says, "lest we forget, we're not going to be the only people here indefinitely."

Tiro mutters something in Haelahar.

Aduva visibly considers asking but decides it's probably private.

"Okay," says Tiro, "I think I'm gonna go around and make sure there aren't any more pieces of me lying around where they might hurt somebody."

"It's weird that they're so pretty," Proust grumbles.

"Athrai are weird!"

"From our point of view I don't think there's much about your world that isn't weird. Athrai are extra weird if you also think they're weird."

"Athrai go around doing things that don't make sense to anybody who isn't an athra."

"Sounds extra weird to me."

"Well. Yeah."

"Delsmiar?"