A slight brow flutter was all that betrayed her emotions. "Ever since I met him, we … clashed. But I have grown to see that he is a valued member of this crew."

The doctor didn't seem to be listening; he was just working, engrossed in his patient. Denobulan fingers flew as various instruments were used.

"Doctor," she pressed, "you must give me this information."

"Aha! There!"


"It was just a bit of food poisoning," explained Phlox. "T'Pol, Porthos is going to be all right."

The dog's tail thumped once on the bio bed as T'Pol released a breath.