It was even worse than she's told him, in a lot of ways. She doesn't visit the Nexus for sympathy, though. Even with as much work as they've done, the resources at her peoples' disposal are small compared to most of the worlds of other Nexus visitors she's spoken with. They walk a narrow line between growth and crisis, but she doesn't want a savior to swoop in and terraform their whole planet or anything like that
Better not to be so far beholden to anyone. At least, as long as they're capable of eking out their own living on what they have, with a few Nexus technology boosts.
She nods. "That, and a chance to watch over one another. It's best if a traveling people stay close-knit and care for each other."
The Vuvalini were mostly stationary, but that was how they operated, too.
There is something of amusement in her eyes as she watches him tuck the fabric into his armor. It's probably a pretty safe place for a fragment of cotton to live in. "Good," she says. "If for some reason I'm not around, my second in command is Toast the Knowing. She knows how to use the technology."
She gives him a light, friendly punch on the bicep (it's clearly not meant to hurt even a human, which is good because she'd probably break her knuckles on him before she'd leave a mark). "It's been good meeting you. Keep us in mind. I'll be watching the stars for you."
Figuratively speaking, that is. His ship isn't in her world's sky, luckily. He'd be very disappointed if he had to resettle his people on her Midgard.
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Better not to be so far beholden to anyone. At least, as long as they're capable of eking out their own living on what they have, with a few Nexus technology boosts.
She nods. "That, and a chance to watch over one another. It's best if a traveling people stay close-knit and care for each other."
The Vuvalini were mostly stationary, but that was how they operated, too.
There is something of amusement in her eyes as she watches him tuck the fabric into his armor. It's probably a pretty safe place for a fragment of cotton to live in. "Good," she says. "If for some reason I'm not around, my second in command is Toast the Knowing. She knows how to use the technology."
She gives him a light, friendly punch on the bicep (it's clearly not meant to hurt even a human, which is good because she'd probably break her knuckles on him before she'd leave a mark). "It's been good meeting you. Keep us in mind. I'll be watching the stars for you."
Figuratively speaking, that is. His ship isn't in her world's sky, luckily. He'd be very disappointed if he had to resettle his people on her Midgard.