Tired. Fine. [Fine came through stronger, covering over the other, blotting out anything else that might slip through her thoughts. She dragged her nails down her forearm again, ignored the faint shiver that traveled up her arm and over her shoulders.]
I was thinking of taking a walk. [She was thinking the ship would be empty, and maybe it would be a little eery, but a little comforting to be out there.]
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I was thinking of taking a walk. [She was thinking the ship would be empty, and maybe it would be a little eery, but a little comforting to be out there.]