[Despite her frustration with the system (which she’s been trying to fix for the last hour), she can’t help the tug of a small smile at his request.]
I suppose it’s only fair, since you’re coming to help.
[There is something nostalgic about zero gravity. Frustrating as it is, ship malfunctions like these are comforting in their familiarity, unlike cultists and dragons and storms that bend time and space. For once it’s nice to have a problem that seems so… normal.
She gives him her location—her room deep in one of the wings of the ship where refugees were housed before ending the call with a thank you. By the time he arrives, she’s busy with securing the modest amount of belongings she has, collecting pieces of her paladin armor that escaped from storage when the gravity turned off.]
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I suppose it’s only fair, since you’re coming to help.
[There is something nostalgic about zero gravity. Frustrating as it is, ship malfunctions like these are comforting in their familiarity, unlike cultists and dragons and storms that bend time and space. For once it’s nice to have a problem that seems so… normal.
She gives him her location—her room deep in one of the wings of the ship where refugees were housed before ending the call with a thank you. By the time he arrives, she’s busy with securing the modest amount of belongings she has, collecting pieces of her paladin armor that escaped from storage when the gravity turned off.]