Miyuki's sentiment earned a soft smile from Yumeiko as she set the dirty dishes away. As she lifted her hand to will the machine into motion, however, her body faltered. Her footing shifted slightly, catching a pitch in her weight before her hand braced herself against the counter. A breath was all she allowed herself before she pushed herself to remain upright and working - what would happen if she passed out, or something similar? She had to maintain her presence of mind.

"Yes, I do," said fondly, it had come out with less oomph than she had wanted, betraying her fatigue. Instead of willing the machine into motion, she used the holographic interface, the same as anyone else. It took less effort, that way. She leaned against the counter a moment, breathing and focusing her mind on staying in her body.

When she felt gathered enough, she righted herself. She didn't seem physically off, but Miyuki could surely tell she was struggling.

She shook her head slowly, blinking herself back into focus. This hadn't happened before. Of course, the ship had never been so strained - depleted shields, field recovery operations, processing battlefield debris and casualties, coordinating with the rest of the fleet. All that, on top of now teaching Miyuki basic housekeeping and trying to relax after a battle. [i]She[/i] had never been so strained, or had so much power and extended body to distribute it through available to her directly.

"I think I," she stepped away from the counter, her body and mind suddenly demanding rest, "need to, lay down."