“The Clan requests our presence on-planet,” she said, her voice unusually tentative, as if she was trying to walk on egg shells or deal with an open wound. “Should we proceed with the docking?”
I looked hard into her face. Dark rings smudged her eyes. She too had sleepless nights.
“Yes, we should,” I said, attempting a smile. “A respite would do us some good.”
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