Bariyan relaxed, having been legitimately fearful that he'd trespassed -- and he'd hardly been here for a full day yet.

"This isn't where you live, is it?" he asked. It certainly didn't look like any place for a young boy to live, or anyone else, for that matter. Though Bariyan liked it just fine. He'd barely seen any plants yet, and now, all of a sudden: an entire dome of them.

But his eyes kept coming back to Martin. Was this the one who'd come to him, just yesterday? But he was obviously nervous. Unassuming. Very human, and very different from the overwhelming presence that had been Martin in spirit.