“Greetings, true-brother to my darling one. I am Jaal Ama Darav, ninth of the Ama Daravs. The Angara do not have siblings that are tweens so I hope I am addressing you properly. While I know multiple humans, and have prepared extensively for this introduction, I fear there will be shortcomings–please, do not hesitate to address any areas that are lacking and I will do my best to form a strong impression. Sara has been irrevocably dear to me for several of your months now. I have been in complete awe of her strength, beauty, and intelligence–for every quality she possesses can only capture my fullest admiration. I have expressed my ardent passions clearly to her, and she has expressed her sharing of them. I have therefore made you a rofjinn
to demonstrate my truest desire to join with your family.”
Scott sat numbly as Jaal cleared his throat, leaning over the man’s hospital bed to gingerly clasp a lavender rofjinn around his shoulders.
“I…I have been told by another human that these are comfortable,” Jaal finished, looking away to the side.
Scott, clad in lavender, looked up at the other side of his hospital bed.Sara stood next to him, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck.
Jaal coughed into his hand. Scott slowly turned to face him. The Angaran lowered his voice, slightly mollified. “Additionally, my mother would like to know if you enjoy any particular human Earth sweets.”
Scott turned back to his twin sister. “Sara, what’s happening.”
She gave a strained smile. “He was nervous.”
Scott looked at Jaal. Who smiled. Then looked back to Sara. “Who is he.”
“I am Jaal Ama Darav, devoted companion and lover of your true-sister.”
The younger Ryder pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice a tired whisper. “I just woke up.”