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Yan sat at the table in her cabin, fiddling with her detection machine. Nathan was out in a round, leaving her alone.
No one to help her sleep.
She should sleep. But she was scared.
She’d been having nightmares since she learned her father died. They worsened when she saw what P3-NG had become.
A knock on the door.
“Yan? You’re still up?” Serena walked in. Seeing the bags under Yan’s eyes, her sisterly instinct kicked in.
She helped Yan into bed, and stayed with her until she fell asleep.
It wasn’t as comforting as Nathan. But it was enough.