"Calm down," I said again, without much effect.Well, I had some ideas how to calm her: just as a****ls are often blinded to keep them docile, so I wou...d do to her.I turned and quickly rummaged in my canvas bag, pulling out a soft leather hood with a metal D-ring sewn into the top. I held the bottom of the hood open, and stood over her. She was in such a state that I don't think she even realised what it was I held in my hands, so it wasn't hard to lean over her and slip the thing onto her. Christopher secured the shuttle and stepped outside into the bright sunlight. He hoisted his backpack onto his shoulders and adjusted the straps on it and then on his equipment built. He was wearing exploration gear that consisted of pants with multiple pockets and a short-sleeved elemental shirt. Commander T'Pol was wearing a Vulcan version of the same outfit. It had far fewer pockets and was much tighter fitting, but it served the same purpose of protecting one from the sun, wind and rain.. I was safe then. "I know he's gone. But he won't really die until I do." Then Karen had to hold her while she cried again. For just as long. These were her Hard Things. That day was the hardest day of my life. Sitting there and not being able to hold her. Or even pretend to hold her while she listened to me talk to her on the phone. "Hope honey, Don loves you now, just like Chris did." Don's trying to love me. Chris still does." Hope had forgotten that I was even in the. “I think two is enough for a Borealan.”“If you say so, my Alpha,” she replied with an overly dramatic bow of deference.“So, what’s the verdict on chicken?”“It tastes very much like the meat of one of our native animals,” she replied, pausing for a moment to hiccup. “There is no direct translation from Araxie to English, but roughly speaking, it is called a ‘high nester’. It’s a bird whose meat is highly prized, but they only nest high in the treetops, and they’re extremely alert creatures. Only.