Knocking on the door to the ship, Jak frowned when he heard no reply. "Leyan, I'm coming in," he warned, giving her a moment before opening the door.
She wasn't in the hallway.
She wasn't anywhere in the ship, in fact.
She must have gone out on her own, Jak surmised. Good for her!
But when she hadn't gotten back that evening, Jak was worried. It wasn't like her - well, as much as he knew her, anyway - to go off without telling him.
It wasn't till the morning of the second day, with no sign of Leyan, that Jak feared the worst.
She doesn't like me, he berated himself. You were too loud, too harsh on her.
Sighing, Jak carefully put away her belongings - why, he didn't know, but he couldn't bear to part with them. It was too bad, honestly. The first person he met that actually worked like him, and she just left.
He left the ship, quietly intent on finding a bar.
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