I don't want you to get upset," Vau said, "but Fi's not as you remember him."
Etain nodded gravely as they waited for Aay'han to land. Vau wasn't sure if an emotional shock was a good idea for a pregnant woman so close to term, but he had Rav Bralor here if any of that female stuff needed attending to. Mird followed Etain around, staring fascinated at her belly.
"He's still Fi, and I think I understand post-coma recovery now," Etain said. "You have no idea how much medical literature I've read recently. But Mird's worrying me."
Bralor flicked her thumbnail against the butt of her blaster, making Mird whip its head around to stare balefully at her. "And I can worry Mird. Can't I, my little stinkweed?"
Vau felt the need to defend his comrade. "Strills have very acute senses, remember. It knows the baby's coming soon."
"As in snack opportunity?"
"As in parenting, Rav. Mird is hermaphroditic, remember.
It's capable of being a mother, too, and you know how female animals will mother anything."
"Even you, Walon ..."
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