The *Eternity's Edge* sailed through the vast emptiness of space, its hull scarred but intact after the fierce battle with the Voidbound. The crew moved about their duties with a quiet efficiency, the weight of their recent losses heavy on their minds. In the heart of the ship, Elara stood alone on the bridge, staring out at the endless starscape. The stars had always been a source of comfort to her, but tonight they seemed distant, cold.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the soft chime of the door. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
"Captain," Lyra said quietly as she stepped onto the bridge. Her voice held a weariness that matched Elara's own. The recent battles had taken their toll on all of them.
"Lyra," Elara replied, turning to face her first officer. "How's the crew holding up?"
"They're... coping," Lyra said after a moment, her expression grim. "We lost good people. It's going to take time to recover from that."
