Out of all the crewmates, Roka was the one to have gotten the least amount of sleep.
That much was necessary to clear her thoughts and keep them from straying. The others could, somewhat, afford it. But as the Commander, she couldn't.
"M-Mooorning." Liz said as she yawned.
Raya was so tired she didn't say anything.
"What's up with them?" Rea asked. "Now's not the time to be tired."
"Right?" Roka shook her head at them. "We're preparing to depart soon, so get your head out of your asses. The two of you."
"O…Kay…" Liz yawned again. All that Raya could muster was a tired sigh.
As the Commander, Roka needed to keep her thoughts clear.
And as the Commander, she also couldn't let anyone know that she was tired or that she hadn't slept much.
None could have guessed that just two hours before, Roka's body was covered with her own sweat and fluids and that her disheveled hair was so messy it covered her face.
