Loughty and Saoir were directed to the medical suite. It would be a while before Nyman returned from helping Kerax in the main medical bay. There was still no direct mention of any promise to reunite them with their remaining crew members.

The room was designed to be a private treatment area for officers, and to accommodate long–term recovery. It was rather comfortable, with a warmer color palette brought out more by the calm, steady lighting. Blankets, changes of clothes, and even a few snacks and sweets remained out and accessible. It seemed like a time capsule of how the ship must have been before.

[OOC: You can add more stuff here in between if you would like.]

Todd came in, not even attempting to shift back into a human form before unceremoniously tossing himself onto one of the beds in exhaustion.

“I’m sorry, Commander,” he said, with a heavy sigh, “About my appearance, I mean. There are certain procedures that are easier to do in this form. That, and it could be considered rude to remain… you know. She is recovering well, though.”

|Lt. Nyman, Chief Counselor|