Kir'let was there, and he was glad to see her. She handed him the datapad and he tapped out his water request. She nodded and left without a word. She was back before long with a pitcher and glass.
He took the respirator off and found he could breathe more comfortably than before. She helped prop him up a little and handed him the water. He started with tiny sips, just enough to wet his mouth to start with. It occurred to him to wonder if there had been intestinal damage and if he should be drinking yet.
Urish'tal came in, so he asked her. She explained that if he took things slowly he should be fine. She gave him another check over and checked the readouts and pronounced him making excellent progress, despite his pushing. Tomorrow morning she'd arrange some discrete help back to his quarters.
She left him with one final reminder to take things easy. Kir'let went over some of the appointments that had been scheduled already. He had another full day of rest allotted, and then a number of appointments with hour gaps in between. There were already five days booked up, and more requests waiting.
Now that the fleet was here and had taken some of the survival fears away, the Rich'ti people wanted to meet their new allies. Business owners, ranking officers, elders, it was quite a list of people that wanted to discuss how coming trade agreements might affect them all.
Kir'let explained to him that Agronet had been publicly talking about an alliance and trade agreement as if it was something they were already committed to. The public seemed to be taking it well. Earlier in the day the combined forces had liberated the moon. There had been more anti-alien protests, but prisoners being put in stocks had kept things peaceful. Agronet had called it a temporary measure. It was a start, Kevan decided.
