The warmth in Eula’s voice makes something in Alisaie’s stomach twist, torn between drinking it in and feeling unworthy of it from someone who is still a stranger to her. “I wish I understood more than I do. All I know is I was brought to this ship somehow, a little more than a moon ago. We have all been trapped here, and I thought things were relatively stable, but the situation changed today.”

She gestures to the mirrors surrounding them, doing her best not to make eye contact with any of her reflections (or Eula’s, for that matter). “I’ve no idea why we’re here now. Have you seen anyone else?”