Hebrew. It's the second time she's heard the word today. Zivia's ancestors might have been those people who found their way out of the desert, then. It feels serendipitous.

'I speak my second language more often than my first - my ship has people from all over, so we speak a common trade language when we're working.' Most of the time, anyway, she thinks. (She hasn't noticed that she's speaking about the Tradelines in the present tense again.)

'It's a little disconcerting to have learned this Emeran language all of a sudden, but I guess they must have some efficient subliminal method. Still, I think people's own languages matter.' Tayrey grins suddenly. 'So how would I say peace and prosperity in Hebrew?'