"So… you're the son of the great Commander Jane Shepard and Garrus Vakarian." Meiou said as she sat up the bed.

Jarred sighed, "Yeah. But please…. Don't tell anyone. Everybody thinks they're dead. Even Liara made sure that they can never be found. Very few people know of that they're alive. So please… do not tell anyone. This must be a secret you must keep to your grave."

Something twinkled in Meiou's eyes. "You're… sharing a secret with me?"

There was something in her face that made her flush with pleasure, and Jarred was transfixed again. "Yes. Please…"

But Meiou merely nodded, and smiled beautifully at him. He felt his face flame as he thought of how beautiful she is. "Then I shall. Your family's secret is safe with me, Jarred. I know you will kill me if any of this got out."

Jarred exhaled in relief, as he turned to face his whole body towards her. "I won't kill you if it spills, but I will be very angry with you. Thanks… for understanding."

She nodded, "But… if I may ask, why are your parents hiding? You told me they were heroes. The Saviors of the Galaxy. If that is such a huge honor, why did they hide from it?"

"My parents have been fighting against the Reapers for years." Jarred said, "They tried really hard to get the Council to listen to them. But they didn't. It was too late when they allowed my Mom to muster all available fleets to battle for the galaxy. Many beings died before they did. Turians, Quarians, Drell, Humans, Salarians, Krogans… every species on the galaxy had some sort of casualty because of the Reaper War."

He looked down at his hands, "My mother was almost a casualty too, but she survived. When the war ended, they wanted to get away from everything. The critics. The honors. They… lost too many friends to call it a celebration." He mentioned to the upper floor, "Thanikah's grandfather, Thane, used to work with my parents during the time of the Seige of the Collector Base, and during the muster for the Reaper War. But he was killed due to his Kepral's Syndrome and being stabbed by the original Kai Leng. Nicholas considered the Salarian, Mordin Solus, as his father-figure (he's obsessed with him, I don't know why) but he died when he was curing the genophage to get help for my father's planet, Palaven. A geth named Legion sacrificed himself to help as well, it was only because of the quarians that the geth were restored."

Jarred stopped and ran his hand at the back of this head, looking tired. Meiou nodded, "They wanted to live in peace… for the rest of their days."

He nodded, "Yeah. Something like that. When I was born, my parents still wanted me to serve in the Alliance Military, and they made sure that I wouldn't be known as their child. They scrambled up my last name and respelled it so that no one will know. 'Vancair' is just a respelling of 'Vaankair'."

She nodded, "An anagram of Vakarian."

Jarred nodded at her finding out, but coughed a bit, "Man, I've been talking too much."

Meiou's face flushed pink again, "Oh my! I am sorry. It's just that… there are so many things I do not know… so much time has passed. I just wanted to know… everything." She bowed low, "I am sorry."

He looked at her, and looking at her apologetic face, he realized that she must be thinking that it was her fault. He shook his head and waved his arms in denial, "No! No! It's not your fault! I…" He sighed, "It's okay, really. It doesn't bother me."

Meiou looked down at her hands, still feeling guilty. As Jarred looked down her arms, he realized she was still wrapped up in a blanket, her chiffon dress still the only thing she was wearing. Her hair was still slightly wet, and it clung to her back. The skin in her arms had goose bumps on it, and she shivered slightly. He cursed at himself and pressed a hand on his ear.

"Thanikah? Amira? You there?" Jarred asked, Meiou looked up at him, her eyes glassy.

"Yeah. We're here." Amira said, "I'm talking to Thanikah right now. What's up?"

"Meiou still doesn't have an OmniTool." Jarred said, and Meiou looked down at her arm. "And can somebody do something about clothes for her? She's freezing."

"There's some Alliance Fatigues in the cargo hold, and I can fit her with an OmniTool if Tristan allows it. Want us to help her with that?" Amira said, and he heard Thanikah mutter something. "Actually, maybe I should get there myself."

Jarred's eyes furrowed, and he heard Thanikah mutter again, "What's wrong with Thanikah?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing!" But the lilt in Amira's voice made him unconvinced, "Anyway, I sent a message to Tristan. He said it's okay to fit her with an OmniTool. I'm headed to the cargo hold right now."

"Alright. We'll wait for you." Jarred said and lowered his hand. At Meiou's confused eyes, he smiled. "I'm having Amira install an OmniTool for you, so that if something confuses you, you can just use that and research anything you need."

She smiled, "Yes. That would be great. That way, you don't have to explain everything to me."

He waved it off, "Yeah, but… if something still confuses you, I don't mind if you ask me. I told you, it's okay."

The doors of the room opened, and Amira came in, looking a little bit breathless. "Whew. Something must've been clogging up my filters, I can't breathe very well. But I think it's the running that got to me." She raised up her hands, which had looked like red colored light armor on it. "I couldn't find any decent clothes, as it turns out the Alliance Fatigues in the cargo hold were reserved already. I talked with Thanikah, but she said she just had enough clothes for herself." She looked at Meiou, "I talked with Councilor Samara, and she said she was happy to give some of the clothes she had with her. She said she won't be needing it since she would be wearing asari gowns now as Councilor."

Amira came forward and lowered the garments on the bed, before taking Meiou's arm gently. The glowing eyes under her helmet crinkled as she smiled, "It's been a while since I installed an Omni-Tool on someone. It won't hurt, but since I'm an Engineer, you can imagine how much this makes me happy."

Meiou smiled in return, and it was so genuine that Amira giggled, "Yes. I can understand that. What model do you have for me… Amira?"

The young quarian nodded, and started installing the OmniTool in her arm. "This is a Zorah IX Omni-Tool… my mother developed it." She said proudly, "It'll be perfect for you."

"Thank you." Meiou said, and as Amira activated the Omni-Tool, she turned her arm around to look at it.

Amira sprang up and put her hands on her hips, "Yep! And now for the armor… and the hair probably, we need to keep it out of the way. But I honestly don't want to cut it, it's too pretty." She giggled, and turned, seeing Jarred by the doorway. "Excuse me, what are you doing here?"

Jarred looked at Amira, slightly confused, "I'm watching you guys."

Meiou chuckled, "I think Amira is implying that I change my clothes now, Jarred… but I can't do that with your presence here."

The turian-human looked up at the quarian, who was now tapping her foot impatiently. " Oh! Right… sorry." Jarred said as he started heading for the door. "I'll just… go."

"Yeah. You do that." Amira said, shaking her head as Meiou chuckled again, and the door closed behind him.