Well, now she has to scoop him up mid-pace and snuggle him again.

"Well," she says, "maybe in a year or a few Captain Illyan will decide I am not a plant after all and that I can know about the - scheduling and broadest strokes of your nesting habits. And in the meantime, if you don't tell me anything and I don't go looking and I never know what planet you're on when you aren't openly there you will not have to lie to me."