From the reunion room, their next stop was not his room or Ouro's future room, but rather the mess hall. While it couldn't compare to the cooking prowess of Yraka, it wasn't bad enough that it wouldn't help him wind down some stress.
Meanwhile, his new "companion" stared blankly ahead, she followed out of instinct and muscle memory rather than conscious effort. Her eyes were cloudy, and her expression was devoid of emotion as if pondering deep thoughts that needed all of her concentration to be answered or even contemplated.
It was a blessing there was no one in their way, or she would've already stomped on someone. Or worse, on Crowe before the situation could be properly explained and thought out. Those halls were far too small to contain a fight between them…
