Her curiosity, however, sparked mine—how could such an intelligent mind have been relegated to that of a technician? Were the humans really so blind to her potential? Perhaps that would be my mating tribute to her. I had originally dismissed the idea of giving a human any such gift, but an education in varoolian science would delight her. My zural heart pounded, warming my chest without stirring my hurvon. I turned away to prepare dinner.
