Re: Part 63b - A lonely place of dying
At the wheel, Rovane relieves the man she had left in charge, and once again takes control of her ship. The odd, nagging tension in the back of her neck eases, as it always does, as her hands close around the familiar wooden form. Tarrek had once told her that, even blindfolded, she could probably tell how far the wheel had been turned, just by the way the particular spokes beneath her hands felt.
She is not so sure that he was joking. In some ways, she's almost tempted to try it out, now that he's gone, but she's worried about what it would say about her life, if it proves to be true. Does she really spend that much time here, in this spot?
Near the hatch to the forward hold, the passengers are all gathered, apparently talking about something. She wonders, idly, what it is they're discussing. They're a strange group, though she must admit that they've proved helpful today.
It's likely none of her business anyway.