This van labeled HAZARDOUS MATERIALS is also on its way to school.
The van hits a patch of black ice. It goes spinning, it turns over, it slices itself open on a wrought-iron fence with spikes, and it disgorges boxes which smash open on the pavement. Some of them skitter clear into the slush.
Some of them - along with most of the van - land on Annie.
There is a whirl of bewildering pain and confusion -
- and she falls to the ground, injured and in more kinds of discomfort beyond that and moaning.
She slowly starts to heal before the eyes of her sole witness.
"I've heard it speculated that on some level or other it has to do with it being easier to have a full-sized next generation if the women have to share partners than if the men do, which I suppose might be even more strongly operative here."
"More or less. You're only supposed to marry one person at a time, but if you do get a son on a noble hunter - and trying is encouraged - she and the child normally join your household no matter who's already there. It can get awkward."
"So, in theory I prefer actual monogamy but, one, I don't want to make your life awkward to whatever extent it is awkward to turn down noble hunters, and two, I would be pretty much psychologically incapable of resenting you over it although I can't promise I'd get along with the noble hunter particularly well, so it might make more sense to call it a flinch reaction rather than a preference."
"...I wouldn't enjoy making you live with someone you resented for sleeping with me. And even before I met you I was planning to turn down noble hunters in the immediate future. But that might be worth having a conversation about, if we go a few years with no children of our own despite opportunity and without getting anywhere on the immortality question."