During that time, Citun was kind and patient. He had a sense of humor that made Storm laugh until tears streamed down her face. His childhood antics were sometimes hair-raising. His planet sounded wacky and also wonderful. He spoke of massive cyron that sounded like tanks. Ugly creatures called bangors with pig-like noses. Weird trees with creeping vines. Hours he spent simply talking. The sound of his voice was something Storm yearned for when she lay in her bed alone. Safety was a dream, but Citun made her feel safe. She loved to hear him laugh. There were times he sat close and his warmth was welcome. The ship was cooler than the planet, and he made certain her room was geared to a temperature she liked. One mention of being cold at night, and he replicated her ten blankets. She laughed telling him she would be buried alive. Little things like finding out her love of flowers, her favorite colors were enchanting. No man had ever done that.
