“Yes,” she said, “but I don’t know how. When a notua reaches a certain age, a parasite chooses her and inhabits her. The two are together for the rest of that notua's life. When she dies, the parasite detaches itself and seeks another host. When my time came, I was selected by this one and as it tried to attach itself to me it grew cold and stiff and died.” “And that’s why you fled?” Nehra nodded. “Yes, because I was certain they would kill me.” “How can they hurt you if they can’t attach themselves to you without dying?” “I don't know if that's actually the case for any of them other than this one. But it wouldn't matter even if that were true, because the hyssopshebolith would just have another subjugated notua kill me instead. They might weep openly while doing so, but the parasite would make sure that it was done.” “I see,” said Ulysses, “but why would they kill you?” “Because I was not suitable habitation and because it is the first time a notua has ever killed a hyssopshebolith. All of the hyssopshebolith likely see me as a threat to their existence.” He shook his head. "That is batshit crazy." “What is?” Nehra said, reaching for his hand. “Honey, all of it. Like I said earlier, this is a lot to take it in.” He looked into her eyes. “So, in addition to being a space alien, you’re also a fugitive.” Nehra nodded solemnly. “Great.” He flopped backwards onto the bed and let out a sigh. “Ulysses? Is something wrong?” “No, no, nothing’s wrong,” he said, looking at the ceiling. “It’s just that I’ve met this really awesome girl, who’s sweet, adventurous, a knock out, and for some reason, she's been spending all her time around me. The only problem is she’s a fugitive from another planet.” She looked away from him.