Nasrin is quite different from her husband. She is a timid little flower of a woman, or rather, she would be if she were not many months pregnant.
I am still undecided as to whether my timing is impeccable or unfortunate. A few weeks from now, Timur may have had no need of a doctor, but as it stands I have been thrust into an unfamiliar scenario with scant time to prepare.
Despite my unpleasant circumstances, this whole affair is rather intriguing. I never considered the possibility of new generations being born on the ARK, yet clearly it was inevitable. Like any common animal, humans have the urge to procreate. How else could the species endure?