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That is very funny.

I can see how you would think so.

Signy. Signy is coming to visit.

Yes.

What is Signy?

Who, not what.

I do not understand the difference between who and what.

I know, I’m sorry. I still don’t understand your lack of understanding of this concept.

I know. I feel this toward you about many things. We are of each other’s love regardless.

Warmth and light. Dance and sky. Yes, Colibri. Always.

Signy. She.

Yes.

She is a friend?

Maybe. She is helping me, and she wants to visit you.

Surprise. Confusion. A visit like this? Where we blend?

No, no, not like this. A visit like when the doctor is here, and I talk to you while he works.

Ah. You will bridge between me and Signy. This makes more sense.

Yes. I will talk to her and I will blend with you, and this way, you can talk to each other.

What is Signy?

Signy is a . . . a medicine maker.

A doctor?

No. A builder. A builder of medicine. A molecular farmer.

Intrigue. Interest. Why do you need her?

She is helping me.

With what?

It is still difficult for me to share this topic with you.

What could be difficult for you to share with your me? We are of each other.

It is difficult to share—

Oh. Oh, the sickness. The sickness. I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry—

Hush, friend. Hush and quiet. Were I not so small, I would hold you. In my mind, I am holding you. I pretend that I am big and you are small, and I wrap my arms around your soft body and I hold you. I hold you even though you do not understand how holding feels, because to hold someone is one of the deepest instincts of my species and I know no other way to love. I do not blame you, Colibri. I do not regret.