“Nasiha asked me about medical techniques to prolong a woman’s years of fertility.” I raised my eyebrows, absently multitasking as I ticked items off the inventory on my handheld and yelled an order to the longshoremen. “Sorry, you were saying? Prolonging fertility? She’s quite young by Sadiri standards; why should she be worrying about that now?” “Oh, it wasn’t for her. It was for you.” I nearly dropped my handheld. “What? Why in the name of all … what business … me? What did I ever do to her?”
