"Nyota." He'd been made aware of her presence some time ago, yet the time between then and now had done nothing to lessen his concern. She was a strong, adult woman who could make her own choices - who, indeed, demanded to make them - but Spock could not quash his instinctive desire to protect her. It was illogical, but biological as well, and to deny that would itself be illogical.

He opened his mouth, experiencing a moment of rare hesitation. "Are you well?"