He slept still in the induced coma his doctors had kept him in since he arrived. She could see the bruises, see the healing wound of the burn that stretched over his side. She reached out a hand, hovered just above the field and traced the path of the yellow, black and angry red of his healing flesh.She had done that to him.

It was something Ferdo said. We may not have it all, you and I, but we have more than is granted most men or women, he told me, and he was right.

If only she could jump into the flyer and scurry back across the mountains but she had work to do and a planet to save.

You daughter is prudish?” There was a gleam of triumph in Helena Winter’s face. Fee grimaced. Prudish? No, not that she could claim. Far too mild a word for what she felt.