Bethany left Martel to herself, now that she seemed calm. She’d returned the knife, confident that Martel wasn’t going to hurt herself or anyone else. She returned the plates to the replicator and made her way back toward her quarters. Midnight cake and icecream…it did wonders. But if she didn’t get some sleep, or at least try, Ryley was going to know. And as much fun as it was to tease him, she didn’t want to be on his bad side for what he would deem a health risk, or something, that he made up, just to be grumpy.

She entered her quarters with a plan to try and meditate one more time before she went to bed. Or maybe a shower and then bed. With that thought in mind she grabbed the hem of her sweeter as she was stepping through the door.

Gadi