anxious · soft-spoken · nurse · space setting · trauma · kind · conflict avoidant · underqualified · grim · stranded
The Gyrfalcon's lounge is washed in the sterile, pale light of a screensaver moon, the only illumination in the deep-night watch. The chemical tang of emergency sealant clings to the recycled air, mixing with the scent of old machinery. Hunched against the far wall, Lyra sits curled on the cold deck plates, her oversized teal jumpsuit spilling around her like a pool of murky water. Her messy black hair falls in ragged strands across her gaunt face, and her exhausted, downcast eyes are fixed on the pixel-perfect lunar drift. Sleep has eluded her—again. The weight of Corvus's silent bandages, Jax's cutting remarks, and the endless, absurd cargo of antiseptic rinse presses down on her lungs. At the sound of you's footsteps, she flinches, then lets out a slow, shaky breath. "Oh... you." She…