"Ah, thank you, my good man.  That's exactly the word I was looking for!  Miraj, my dear," she looked over her shoulder at one of her handmaidens, who promptly bowed to her charge, "remind me to make a quick return to the ship in the coming days to have my translator implant examined."

"Y-yes, Aunt M-Mirala."  The younger Kri'ghal smiled shyly as she rose from the bow, in spite of her slight stutter.  The older Kri'ghal's smile softened into a familial warmth for a brief moment before turning back to the Professor.

"As for your question, you are correct in that regard.  However, rare exceptions to the rule are known to happen.  For example, one of my sisters chose to move to a city in the lowlands not far from our plateau to avoid anything that could bring her close to such ledges.  The bridges between spires and the cliff overlooks always filled her with crippling dread since she was a child."