And within fifteen minutes she had found his ship, lying below in dying moonlight.
She brought the aircraft down and within seconds she was running to the wreckage and pulling his limp body from it.
When the space helmet was off his head, he gasped, "Tore hell out of my big ship. And ... then I even ... up and ... wrecked this one, landing.... I'm just ... damned clumsy."
"Get the surgeon!" Lauri cried.
She held his head in her arms while her lips moved soundlessly. Then she bent to kiss him on the mouth after the Earth fashion, and Parr had never experienced such a sensation of trust and surrender and promise. He let his hand move gently down her arm.
"We'll stay here," she whispered. "We'll stay here and help these Earth people, you and I. You'd like that? To help them?"
"Yes," he said. "It would be nice to ... build instead of destroy. It would be nice, I think. You and I could help them. I'd like that."
The surgeon came, and they took Parr out of the suit and after a while the surgeon said, "I don't know much about Knougs. But I'm glad this one is going to be all right."
Lauri laughed hysterically. The tears were open again. "I couldn't kill him," she sobbed.