You would sell your own people?" the captain asked, not sounding surprised.
"Better a life of servitude than death by starvation.

Death by starvation is slow.

People who care about each other enjoy doing things for one another. They don't consider it servitude.

It's common knowledge that shiny rocks are preferred among human females.

Let me rephrase,” he added, sharper than barbed steel. “I’m coming with you.”
“Excuse me?” Solara came to a sudden stop, forcing him to do the same. “You’ll go wherever I send you.”
“I’m not—”
“Don’t interrupt.”
He sealed his lips shut.
“Our relationship is simple,” she told him. “I say ‘Jump,’ and you say ‘Through which window, Miss Brooks?’ You don’t make demands of me. Are we clear?

She had no idea what the future would hold for any of them, beyond possibilities as infinite as the stars.

And really, that was enough.