She was exotically beautiful with her long, elaborately braided hair and warm, smooth, white skin so different from his rougher blue. Her voice was quiet and gentle, the touch of her mind to his calming his rages. For all that, she was extraordinarily brave. She could face his potential wrath without flinching, had trusted this warrior stranger not of her people, had gone off world with him on a ship filled with Pinkskins about whom she knew next to nothing and, in the end, had saved them all. His beloved Jhamel was an ornate blade wrapped in the finest silk.