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The ship seemed quiet without the kids on it. It was an oppressive sort of absence that Octavia knew would pass sooner or later as things went back to normal again, but on this first morning after they'd gone... Well, it wouldn't let her sleep.
And so she'd ended up in the galley. And not just that: there was a thing of red velvet in front of her on the table, and needles and thread, all of it scratching an itch in the back of her mind that she didn't really want to acknowledge but that she was acknowledging through her actions all the same.
She wasn't thinking about Rory and Toni.
Or about Hope.
Certainly not about Kane.
She was just keeping herself busy until the portal to therapy, later. Where she would continue not thinking about any of these things. Right. Yes.
[ooc: Open for those that may be here.]
And so she'd ended up in the galley. And not just that: there was a thing of red velvet in front of her on the table, and needles and thread, all of it scratching an itch in the back of her mind that she didn't really want to acknowledge but that she was acknowledging through her actions all the same.
She wasn't thinking about Rory and Toni.
Or about Hope.
Certainly not about Kane.
She was just keeping herself busy until the portal to therapy, later. Where she would continue not thinking about any of these things. Right. Yes.
[ooc: Open for those that may be here.]
