It wasn't warm out. But maybe that was for the best. The first big inhale of cool night air was the first thing to really break through the panic, with a flicker of a memory of the moment Octavia had first stepped off the dropship onto the ground: a moment she'd felt free and practically all-powerful.

The exhale was still very, very shuddery.

But she let him put the blanket over her shoulders, even if she didn't make a single move to secure it, herself, and even though her shoulders still shook every few moments as she failed in her efforts to stop sobbing.

She tilted her face towards the sky. In the moonlight, her cheeks weren't so much tear-streaked as just entirely wet.