Spock watched from his seat on Amanda’s planter-bench. Several dozen feet away Hermione, no, N’jvn S’rvyn T’Mia, daughter of T’Pol, lay stomach down atop a cushioned camping pad. Her feet were crossed at the ankles, torso propped up on her elbows as she reviewed the contents of her PADD. Her curly dark brown hair was twisted into a coronet of braids that revealed the slant of her eyebrows and the pointed tips of her ears. Her skin was very fair, but tinted green. Darker green veins showed under the still tender new skin. 