Katima was in her bed, arms tucked under her head as she looked up at the ceiling. The room was sparse, decorated only in the things Hal had outfitted the room with and her staff leaned against one corner. She had no belongings. If it weren't for the alien girl in the bed, the room would be completely unremarkable. And it was quiet. She enjoyed the quiet, though being in the space alone was a bit frightening to her. Turning onto her side, she pulled her blanket close around her for warmth.
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