[b][center]Silvias Private Quarters[/center][/b]

	Silvia kept her head buried against Ailens chest; weeping softly as she clung to him desperately in need of comfort. Feeling his head rest over hers and taking in his touch, the tactile sense radiating through the fabric of her shirt as he pulled her closer; the tears slowly subsiding there in his arms. Even though as she was encircled in his embrace and the lamenting over the nightmare was beginning to fade away she did not want to let go; she didn’t want to the moment to end. It was an alleviation from woes of a long ago past; she did not want to succumb to them once again.

	“Stay with me tonight,” she whispered gingerly as her fingers trailed from around his shoulders to his cheek; gradually tilting her head back to look up at him as she cupped his features delicately in her palm. “I don’t want to be alone tonight, I can’t. Not after everything,” she continued, gradually rising closer to him, gazing into his eyes; lips brushing his with a feathers touch before kissing him softly. It was unlike the forceful one she had taken earlier in the day in the heat of a moment, this one was soft as a whisper and as delicate as lace. “Please.” A desperate plea escaping her lips into the kiss.

	Leaning back slowly, her touch left his cheek; seeking out his hand on her back, lacing her fingers with his as she lowered herself to the ground. Taking a step back towards her room, hoping he would follow her and not leave her in the darkness to fend for herself this evening. “Just hold me tonight,” she whispered as she took another step back. Already being out of his embrace made her feel weak, she knew the nightmare would return once again and she could not bear to go through that again, not now.  “Keep the memory away,” she said softly. 

“Please,” she said as she looked up at him, towering over her.  Right then, she just wanted him to be close to her; to sweep her up in his arms and let her find peaceful slumber in his arms. She stood there waiting, hoping that he would understand this one thing, even if it were just for this night; yet for him to understand she realized he would need to know why she was in such a frightened state of the night. Placing her free hand over his she closed her eyes, she opened her mind to his as if she was going to speak to him telepathically though instead of words she sent a single memory, one that had plagued her since she was small. 

Once the memory had passed she looked away from him and took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she felt the emotions threaten to rise up once again. “Please…”


[b][center]Mor Of the Altenia Tower Earlier In The Evening[/center][/b]

“Craig, we have an incoming vessel carrying a class two bounty – Braka Sol,” the security officer sitting at the com said as he motioned over to the monitor showing Sraths ship coming into dock 12 within the depths of the tower. Craig rubbed his chin and nodded slightly.

“Very well, I will go down and retrieve the bounty, make sure a holding cell is prepped on the prison level,” he ordered before making his way to the elevator. Leaning against the wall of the elevator as it went down he crossed his arms over his chest. “That explains what was taking him so long to get back here,” he said to himself before the doors opened to the docks. 

Walking out he wandered over to Dock twelves’ port and waited for Srath to emerge with the prisoner. That would make two Bast’ians in lock down in the tower; he wondered if this was the start of a trend. There were not many on Altenia but they all had a similar mentality to Tristan so he was not very surprised that another was about to be put in shackles.  He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that this was just the beginning.