My siblings stood with head and body tentacles hanging undirected. The stings of males, females, and children were lethal.

?Once you?re free, come to me or call me. I may be able to save whoever you?ve stung.? It paused. ?These are terrible things. If you stay with the group and stay alert, you won?t have to do them.?

They began to come alive again, focusing a few tentacles on it and understanding why it was speaking so bluntly to them. We were all hard to kill. Even our Human parents had been modified, made strong, more able to survive injury. The main danger was in being overwhelmed and abducted. Once we were taken away from the family, anything could be done to us. Perhaps Oni and Hozh would only be adopted for a time by Humans who were desperate for children. The rest of us looked too much like adult Humans?or adult Oankali. Those who looked female would be raped. Those who looked male would be killed. The Humans would have all the time they needed to beat, cut, and shoot us until we died. Unless we killed them.

Best never to get into such a position.

Nikanj focused on Lilith and Tino for several seconds, but said nothing. It knew them. It knew they would make every effort not to kill their own people?and it knew they would resent being told to take care. I had seen Oankali make the mistake of treating Humans like children. It was an easy mistake to make. Most Humans were more vulnerable than their own half-grown children. The Oankali tried to take care of them. The Humans reacted with anger, resentment, and withdrawal. Nikanj?s way was better.

Nikanj focused for a moment on me. I still stood next to it, a coil of its right sensory arm around my neck. With its left sensory arm, it gestured to Aaor.

?No!? I whispered.

It ignored me. Aaor came toward us slowly, its whole body echoing my ?no.? It was afraid of me. Afraid of being hurt?

?Do you understand what you feel?? Nikanj asked when Aaor was close enough for it to loop its left sensory arm around Aaor?s neck.

Aaor shook its head Humanly. ?No. I don?t want to avoid Jodahs. I don?t know why I do it.?

?I understand,? Nikanj said. ?But I don?t know whether I can help you. This is something new.?

That caught Aaor?s attention. Anything new was of interest.

?Think, Eka. When has an ooloi ever had a paired sibling??

I almost missed seeing Aaor?s surprise, I was so involved with my own. Of course ooloi did not have paired siblings in the usual sense. In Oankali families, females had three children, one right after the other. One became male, one female, and one ooloi. Their own inclinations decided which became which. The male and the female metamorphosed and found an unrelated ooloi to mate with. The ooloi still had its subadult phase to mature through. It was still called a child?the only child who knew its sex. And it was alone until it neared its second metamorphosis and found mates. I should have had only my parents around me now. But where would that leave Aaor?

?Stop running away from one another,? Nikanj said. ?Find out what?s comfortable for you. Do what your bodies tell you is right. This is a new relationship. You?ll be finding the way for others as well as for yourselves.?

?If it touches me, you?ll have to heal it,? I said.

?I know.? It flattened its head and body tentacles in something other than amusement. ?Or at least, I think I know. This is new to me, too. Aaor, come to me every day for examination and healing. Come even if you believe nothing is wrong. Jodahs can make very subtle, important changes. Come immediately if you feel pain or if you notice anything wrong.?

?Ooan, help me understand it,? Aaor said. ?Let me reach it through you.?

?Shall I?? Nikanj asked me silently.

?Yes,? I answered in the same way.

It wove us into seamless neurosensory union.

And it was as though Aaor and I were touching again with nothing between us. I savored Aaor?s unique taste. It was like part of me, long numb, long out of touch, yet so incredibly welcome back that I could only submerge myself in it.

Aaor said nothing to me. It only wanted to know me again?know me as an ooloi. It wanted to understand as deeply as it could the changes that had taken place in me. And I came to understand from it without words how lonely it had been, how much it wanted me back. It was totally unnatural for paired siblings to be near one another, and yet avoid touching.

Aaor asked wordlessly for release, and Nikanj released us both. For a second I was aware only of frog and insect sounds, the rain dropping from the trees, the sun breaking through the clouds. No one in the family moved or spoke. I hadn?t realized they were all focused on us. I started to look around, then Aaor stepped up to me and touched me. I reached for it with every sensory tentacle I had, and its own more numerous tentacles strained toward me. This was normal. This was what paired siblings were supposed to be able to do whenever they wanted to.

For a moment relief overwhelmed me again. My underarms itched just about where my sensory arms would grow someday. If I had already had the arms, I couldn?t have kept them off Aaor.

?It?s about time,? Ahajas said. ?You two look after each other.?

?Let?s go.? Tino said.

We followed him out of the ruined garden, moving single file through the forest. He knew of a place that sounded as though it would make a good campsite?plenty of space, far from other settlements of any kind. Everyone?s fear was that I would make changes in the plant and animal life. These changes could spread like diseases?could actually be diseases. The adults in the family did not know whether they could detect and disarm every change. Sooner or later other people would have to deal with some of them. The idea was for us to isolate ourselves, to minimize and localize any cleaning up that would have to be done later. The place Tino had found years before was an island?a big island with a new growth of cecropia trees at one end and a mix of old growth over the rest. It was moving slowly downstream the way river islands did?mud taken from one end was deposited downstream at the other. All the adults remembered a place like this created aboard the ship and used to train

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