Decisions must be made. Luceti, you may already know, has proved herself over and over again. There were younger enclosures involved in the attack with less of a chance for survival. [Her sweetness and diplomacy here -- for just a moment -- turns wry. As if she sees some nature in this man to which she can appeal.] Luceti is in the midst of great growing pains. Hold her hand, and she clamours for more freedom. Let her be, and she demands to know why she was not saved first.