Boosteya's face focused, finally, on the dark-skinned tsol'aa beside her.
"You were dreaming," he said. "What's your name?"
"Where's Fyn? Isn't this his ship, the Cutty Sark?"
The red-eyed tsol'aa blinked at her. "We're aboard an Imperial prison ship. We're going to be released."
"Imperial? But the Empire fell hundreds of y-" His face stopped her words."Right. Dream. You said I was dreaming."
Boosteya blinked large, froglike eyes at the room around them.
"Quiet!" the tsol'aa interrupted. "Here comes the guard!"
The human guard took his time walking up to them. "This is where you get off," he said to Boosteya, carefully excluding the tsol'aa. "Come with me."
"What about him?" she asked the guard, who had already turned his back.
"You'd better do what they say," said the tsol'aa. "By the way, my name is Jiub."
"I hope to see you again, Jiub," Boosteya said, then muttered a prayer before hastening to follow the guard.
Miin-aan baash kimini-sij-i-gan bitooyin sij-i-gan-i bukwayszhiigan = blueberry π