Regardless of whether there are microbes on this planet, there definitely were some aboard the ships, and the woman does spend most of the next day slipping into and out of consciousness, blabbing incoherently or moaning in pain or crying.

When she finally wakes up, with a fever but cognisant of her surroundings, it's night again. She blinks her eyes clear of tears and tries to sit up, then notices the imbalance and startles when she pulls the blanket away to stare at the stump where her leg used to be. And then she notices her left hand is immobilised. And then her memories start coming back.

"I had to burn your leg," says the small child sitting a few yards away, leaning against the ruins of the escape pod and hugging his knees in. "To stop the bleeding."

"...the bleeding..."

The warning. The blaring alarms, far too loud. They were crashing. Incorrect navigation data had been tightbeamed to all ships simultaneously, causing some to crash into each other and most to accelerate much more than was safe towards the planet. The planet which is... not entirely terraformed. A desert. The air is very low oxygen, there isn't an ozone layer, and they—

The escape pod. Im Jaehee...

She looks at the escape pod, at the other blanket that's covering the half of it that Im Jaehee had been in, but there's dry blood there and the metal...

She wails, a deep primal sound from the pit of her stomach, piercing the silence that had dominated the night until now.

"We need to find other people," the boy says, almost heedless of her pain. "There isn't enough food."

It takes her a while to process his words, for them to go through her skull and into her mind. Other people—? Im Jaehee is dead, how can she think of other people—

No. No. He, he's right. And he saved her life, by the looks of it—he's so small, she didn't know there were children this small on any of the ships. And he's all alone, or maybe he wasn't, but...

...what happened to this boy, to make him so, so... stoic. Calm. Cold.

She leans forward and shivers, because of the cold of the desert night without her blanket and because of her fever and because Im Jaehee is dead and she can't, can't picture a world without him...

"Im Jaehee," she says, and it's the last time in her life she ever says his name.

Zash's food and water sit untouched when Luida next visits him.