Even though she knew it wasn't necessary, she still went on-call for her patients. She still walked rounds on Paqualis III when she could, was a mother to Silvi, and tried to rest six hours a night, but the last one was simply unrealistic. By the time she finally managed to drag herself into the apartment complex, her eyes were gritty, her mouth felt horribly dry, and she needed a shower, direly.
But coming back here made her shoulders relax in a myriad of ways. For one, she knew her daughter was safe, temporarily in the custody of her father while the race for the vaccine surged ahead. For another, the burden of being Ilana was dropped. And lastly...
Someone was there by the time she arrived.
She could almost smell the caf brewing from the lift; though every now and then she could feel old twinges of anxiety flare to life, they were happening less and less. A soft chime on her comm drew her attention, and the flare of relief cooled at the identity. Yselti Morata, attempting to reconnect... why? Out of perverted curiosity? From whatever the Holonet broadcasted with her face on it? Frowning once, she pocketed the device, then stepped in, immediately shucking her coat, her practical shoes, pulling her hair free from the low ponytail she kept it in.
She never before considered herself a domestic sort of person, but... the view was nice.
Blinking sleepily once, she wandered closer to the percolating brew and sighed once, rummaging for a mug.
"This may be a question out of the blue, but... tell me more about your family and life on Thustra, I'm curious. Oh, and I'm home." Amber eyes tracked over, deep rings of fatigue beneath her gaze. She could feel the tiredness all the way down to her bones, but for the sake of caf she could keep a little more alert. She managed a thin, exhausted smile to him, but it soon followed a yawn.
"Sevrin?"
@Sreeya
But coming back here made her shoulders relax in a myriad of ways. For one, she knew her daughter was safe, temporarily in the custody of her father while the race for the vaccine surged ahead. For another, the burden of being Ilana was dropped. And lastly...
Someone was there by the time she arrived.
She could almost smell the caf brewing from the lift; though every now and then she could feel old twinges of anxiety flare to life, they were happening less and less. A soft chime on her comm drew her attention, and the flare of relief cooled at the identity. Yselti Morata, attempting to reconnect... why? Out of perverted curiosity? From whatever the Holonet broadcasted with her face on it? Frowning once, she pocketed the device, then stepped in, immediately shucking her coat, her practical shoes, pulling her hair free from the low ponytail she kept it in.
She never before considered herself a domestic sort of person, but... the view was nice.
Blinking sleepily once, she wandered closer to the percolating brew and sighed once, rummaging for a mug.
"This may be a question out of the blue, but... tell me more about your family and life on Thustra, I'm curious. Oh, and I'm home." Amber eyes tracked over, deep rings of fatigue beneath her gaze. She could feel the tiredness all the way down to her bones, but for the sake of caf she could keep a little more alert. She managed a thin, exhausted smile to him, but it soon followed a yawn.
"Sevrin?"
@Sreeya