Three galaxies away: The Sibicyan woman smiled contentedly. Adjusting the bracelet on her wrist, she scrolled through the holographic captures one more time. In one shot, the pair was frozen face-to-face, clearly locked in a fierce argument; in another, they stood side by side in front of the containment bay; and finally, boarding the starship together... “Tana, are you pleased with the outcome?” Nasferi-rani-Tarin inquired. The Diangosan was present in the office only as a real-time projection, sitting comfortably in the armchair directly across from her. Tana Nimba nodded with immense satisfaction. “Everything worked out even faster than I expected.” “That is entirely due to the girl's psychological flexibility,” the Director noted, his voice vibrating slightly. “In the beginning, she managed to handle your son's difficult temper. Her non-conflict nature and her instinct to care for him left him with absolutely no excuse to throw her out right away. And once that critical threshold passed, he simply didn't want to lose her himself.” “As it turns out, I spent a long time completely misunderstanding what he actually needed,” Tana mused. “My sister is deeply hoping that her own son will settle down this year. Please, find a match for him as well.” Without a moment's delay, Tana routed her nephew’s psychological profile to the Diangosan, along with the database of the girls working off their student grants. “Rest assured,” the Diangosan replied, his projection flickering slightly as he signed off. “I will find the perfect match.” The End