I pause the recording. Blyreena stands frozen, tall and smiling, iridescent eyes warm despite all the coolness in their color. I haven’t gotten anything about the Endri from her. I haven’t heard anything at all about the crisis that befell her worlds, or the defenses her people were mounting against it. But in this moment, for the first time, I don’t really care. I’m listening to her. I’m hearing her.
