[b][h2]Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr[/h2][/b]



Ren was savouring her food, a hot meal and time to sit down and eat one, this was nice, this was one small thing that Ren could concentrate on, focus on and break her wider problems into a narrow focus. That helped Ren manage the chaos, focus things down, things the woman could control. Her next meal…”You really helped us get established, I'd still be calibrating water lines and nutritional flow without you.” Ren could not hide the small yawn at the end, work helped keep the darkness away but did not help the lack of sleep. She did give the elder kin a smile, a tired smile. 

The suggestion to take time for herself? Did the old woman see right through her, with one eye? Yes… The priestess was observant, fully capable of making the younger Keiller transparent as glass. “Il.. take a break. Maybe we have one of those cool gravity pools, I can dream.” The younger Keiller said, thinking back to a happier time on a more luxurious station for a conference on Xeno flora and a new kind of mega fungus. It was far more interesting and fun than it sounded. “il rest…if you take some time too.” Ren said a little more spirited and perked up a little as she examined her arm where things were starting to heal properly now she ate 3 meals a day and slept…at least some sleep. “sploring counts as down time right.”

Ren could not blame her, could not blame someone for protecting their family but she was pissed off too at same time, her own clan was gone, she was probably the last, she had lost everything and someone else had got out with their entire family?  Rens head fell to the table. “You sharing…”  Ren looked at the whiskey.. she probably should not drink but finding out someone had saved their family had made her want a drink to help soothe the pain that jabbed her soul. She was alone. 

“I guess I'm the clan Elder… and I no longer owe any student debt as an upside. The bad news, my feast of honour is a rational pack meal, made of mystery meat, my ceremonial garb is a failed date dress, and now my job is a radioactive wasteland, that's not our faulty beam warmer.” Ren said in a burst of gallows humour to try and help her vent her mind's thoughts, and not blow up at the other woman for something Ren could not blame for. 

Turning her head and looking up as she quirked a pointed ear but it seemed they were only ones about. Too many people was too much right now. Her almost golden eyes rimming with platinum made it clear Ren fully believed about being her only clan survivor “I cannot blame you Velia, in fact, does that not make you a Captain, me a Clan elder, and a de facto head of religion? We make quite the group. We could name our pilot, a Grand Admiral…” Ren said her voice went from a quiet measured tone to hiding her pain behind darker humour, but Ren was trying to cope… trying to carry on. 




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