Nehaalista didn't drink, or so she'd claimed as she and Kang had downed quite a bit of alcohol in the darkened tavern. They'd talked - well, he'd talked, she sort of signed and typed at her omnicom with inelegant fingers. It was about as close to slurring as he supposed she could get to.

And he'd be right. Somewhere along their drunken war stories, they'd slipped into the more personal. Nehaalista's collection of beloved, meddling, "old" people, Kang's family. He wasn't prone to waxing poetic about how he felt about Fonrar (and by the gods, he had), and Nehaalista cheerfully blamed it on alcohol.