As Federico has his own extra senses, so too does Aurelia and her own senses tell her that a blooming pulsing sun is hunting for her through the ship. She can almost taste the heat on her skin, the dark purple glow hovering just out of sight.

She evades.

She flees, if she’s being honest. (And she isn’t). She avoids any hint of it and continues combing through the new ship for any sign of her (Not loved ones don’t think that) … her people. But even she can not evade forever, and it’s in the mess hall that the sun finally shines on her and she hides a wince as she turns and see’s…

Federico, clearly grieving, the taste of it heavy on her tongue and his absolute faith in setting it aflame. She nods to him, resigned. “What is it Executor?”