Seriama was infatuated with Henry. There were no words for what she felt or how much she cared about him. Every fraction of every moment of every day was devoted to him alone. Seriama's life ceased to be hers. Now, she lived for Henry.
He was warming up to her, too. He seemed to genuinely enjoy her presence, which made her ecstatic. He was so kind, so caring . . .
'I've forgotten your name.'
. . . Well, no one was perfect.

Seriama's fight with the baryonyx left her weak. Henry was forced to hunt for both of them, and when Seriama was fully healed, she brought back more prey than usual to make up for her insufficiency. One day, when she dragged a dilophosaurolophus to their temporary abode, Henry lifted his head and sighed with bewilderment.
'So, what's the deal with this baryonyx?'
Seriama's heart leapt into her throat.
'Why?'
'Do you two know each other? Is she an old enemy?'
Seriama exhaled with relief. She thought that Henry was interested in her rival. She should have known better.
'The baryonyx don't like me very much. I'm different from them, you see, so we don't get along.'
Henry blinked.
'Why wouldn't they like you?'
Seriama shrugged.
'The usual reasons. I'm too tall, too gangly, too ugly . . .'
Henry rubbed up against her side.
'Do you really believe that?'
'Yeah. Don't you?'
Henry took a deep breath.
'No, I don't. And I don't think it's fair that they treat you poorly.'
Seriama sighed.
'They're baryonyx. They don't like halfbreeds like me. They took my home-'
'Your home?'
'Yes, I used to have a field. There was this really nice patch of sweetgrass . . .'
'We should take it back.'
Seriama laughed. When she saw Henry's expression, her smile faltered.
'Oh. You're serious.'
Henry took her hand.
'Come on. Show me where this field is, and we'll chase them away.'

As Seriama stepped out of the jungle, the three baryonyx sneered and prepared themselves for a fight. When Henry joined her, however, they paused, then hightailed it out of there. At first, Seriama was too shocked to say anything. She hadn't been expecting such an easy victory, but somehow, they had managed to win back her home with no effort, whatsoever. With a delighted squeal, she ran over to her patch of sweetgrass and rolled around on her back. Henry stood above her, smiling down warmly as she giggled with glee.
'Thank you, Henry! Thank you, thank you, thank you!'
He chuckled.
'No problem. I like to see you happy.'
After a moment, his smile wavered.
'What's wrong?' Seriama asked.
'I . . . I don't know. I was just thinking, you look really pretty right now. I might be attracted to you. Is that weird?'
Seriama laughed.
'Why would it be weird? . . .'
She bit her lip.
'Oh, right. Well, I guess a person can get used to ugliness . . .'
'That's not- . . . Seriama, why do you think you're ugly?'
She scratched her nose.
'Well, I've always been told that I'm ugly.'
'By the baryonyx? They don't know anything.'
Seriama shook her head.
'Not just the baryonyx. People, too. I could understand them, a little. They'd say mean things about me.'
Henry frowned sadly.
'Like what?'
Seriama gulped.
'Well, this one man used to call me his "Ugly Goose". I think he might have been joking, but it came from a real place.'
Henry ran his hand down her snout.
'If I ever met that man, I'd gut him alive.'
'You're too late for that; the raptors already got him.'
She sighed and rolled around some more.
'That's all in the past, though. I never have to worry about him again.'
'Good. I'm glad.'
Seriama rolled onto her stomach and stood up.
'Alright. Let's head over to this compound of yours . . .'
Henry did a double-take.
'What? Why? We just got your home back. It's our property . . .'
'It didn't take much to win it back, and we can't stay here and visit the compound at the same time. We'll just have to let the baryonyx have it.'
Henry's jaw dropped.
'But why? You said you loved this place!'
'I do,' Seriama replied, 'But I love you more.'
Henry nodded slowly.
'Well, alright. If you're sure, we can leave. I just can't stand the thought of losing something valuable to a group of inferior dinosaurs.'
Seriama smiled.
'We don't need it. We have each other. What good is the land, if we don't share it?'
Henry sighed.
'You have some really strange ideas, Seriama . . .'
'You too, but I love you for it.'