Character
TREXTAN
"This isn't sacred," he said, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. He took an industrial looking press out of the cupboard. It looked as if it had been in use for a few hundred years.
He glanced at Choli. He could see she was a little cold from the way her loose tunic clung to peaks. He kept his eyes higher and turned back to the kitchen counter. She was probably thinking of nothing but the Ren and the prison right now, he told himself.
"Got hot," he said. He reached for one of the valves off one of the pipes. "Had drinking water passed next to the cooling pipe."
Water came out steaming into the bottom half of the press. Cooling a starship was difficult when the only way to discharge heat was to use it or radiate it away. There was no air or water around a ship to release it into.
"It has suffered enough in its lifetime," he said.
There was humour in his tone, gentle and easy. Underneath it ran the quiet awareness of everything that had happened. He could see the faint bruise along her jaw and the tired in her eyes. Beautiful eyes, he thought to himself.
He reached into the cupboard above her shoulder, careful not to brush against her but close enough that the warmth of her lingered along his arm. He pulled down the tin of grounds and set it down.
The scent of caf made him feel like this was any other morning. He let the water infuse for a while.
"How you feeling? Painkillers are cabinet in the refresher. Want me to turn the heating up?"