Soma snorted. "I might not know know depraved the...Jotun are, but right now I don't think any more highly of the people who took you in, either."

Not that she could understand how he felt--at least, not well. Her own childhood had been spartan at best, but her superiors had praised her differences instead of finding fault with them. And she hadn't known any better at the time.

She settled gingerly back against the pillow, her eyes drifting shut again. "You were willing to help me, weren't you? Impromptu surgery in a world centuries after your own to help someone you've only known for a few days. That was brave of you, wasn't it?" A faint smile. "Or unwise, I guess."