"Vanth then." She'll be respectful of his wishes. A person has a right to decide what they are called by, she feels.

"I was chased by one," she says. "It was very big and ominous looking." Well, as ominous as a big mound of snow that's chasing someone can be. "I finally lost it. I'm not eager to run into another one." When she had gotten back to the safety of the singing. Losing it had involved running as best she could through the snow. She had fallen a few times. That is why she looks so disheveled.

"You don't have snow? Are you from a jungle or desert planet? How many moons do you have?"