 Which was probably the biggest motivator for Melia to volunteer?
] I was wandering among the tall grass of the slopes, listening to the soft whistling of the wind; allowing the grass to caress my toga and thighs. It was a day soft and clear; a day accepted by the young, cherished by we old. Saddened, but resigned and content to live in peace with his knowledge and his power. But I knew that where Xeon is, Melia must soon appear. And indeed it was but a moment before Melia slipped through the high grass to stand at his side. Melia was a She, with the swelling breasts that were, so tradition states, quite prevalent among members of the race long ago, and are seldom seen today. Indeed, Melia was on this account made the butt of many jokes and, I fear, would have had a lonely life of it had it not been for the friendship of Xeon. "Sias," they were saying, "the Maternite's gone." Everything has evaporated in Maternite. "There is nothing left," Melia insisted. A man my age does not hurry in the heat of the midday sun—maddugs nenglishmin go out in the midday sun, as the ancients say, although I often wonder why—but Xeon and Melia ran all the way down to the city. They were aware that they stood in the midst of an unprecedented happening; indeed, an emergency. Indeed, the watcher is more a tradition than a necessity. Xeon and Melia stopped as I mounted the steps, but I smiled and motioned them in.
 The chance to help her friend escape an unfortunate situation
 The chance to be closer with Xeon  The chance to fulfill societal expectations  The chance to help her friend Xeon discover something new  The chance to help her friend escape an unfortunate situation