'It's alright, you don't have to...' Ari is quick to reassure her. Whether Fever doesn't recollect, or doesn't want to talk about it, she won't pressure her for any information. That Fever is here is enough.

The truth is that Tayrey is ashamed of herself, the desperation, the way that in the end she spoke so openly of her raw pain to people who could never understand it. Pathetic, really. A proper Tradeliner should keep her feelings private. Tayrey had been under too much pressure, suffering far too much for far too long to hold up. She hadn't had the strength that she needed.

She is resolved to do better. To mend the broken pieces. Not to let the horrors of the past keep affecting her. Her hands aren't shaking now; Fever is safe. Ari Tayrey isn't a hugger, and she doubts the other woman is either, but with her free hand she reaches out and touches Fever's arm. An old Tradeline gesture. Comfort.

'It's good to see you too,' she says, and tries not to think about the faces she hasn't seen, the others that matter to her. 'It's - oh, I feel like I just got the last place on the last shuttle off a failed colony, you know?' She has nothing. Everything is unfamiliar. There will be so many challenges to overcome - but she is alive and free and she's allowing herself to feel the joy of it. Her smile now is bright and honest.