The fresh flush of awe subsided only by a few degrees as Stacy spoke, but Jara had seen movement near his feet, not too far away; he swung his head down and to the side, peering at the creature laying on its side not far away. He looked.... like an infant, really. Curled up to protect himself or conserve warmth, even if it wasn't cool in this place at all. Smooth and pale and slime-slicked, nearly all one color, not like the other humans he had seen--the others had always worn coverings over their bodies, but none of the humans in this cavern did at all. Maybe the slime was their covering?

Or maybe there was no need to cover yourself, in the arms of Mother Sky. That seemed just as likely. Mother Sky loved all her children. There was no need to be ashamed, or afraid, or uncomfortable.

But the human spoke, confirming what Jara had already thought; it didn't take too many steps to close the distance between them, and he planted his hands on his thighs, bending over the man to look him over more carefully. Stacy's words, at least, seemed to have reassured him; he agreed quite calmly. "No. Kalashi not here. Human here. Many humans. Human hurt?"