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Alessa is awake. This is becoming less of a rare occurrence as time passes, and probably nobody is as pleased about it as she is.

Currently, she's occupied with filling her bed with drawings- unicorns, Oz illustrations, and other fairly innocuous child's drawings now make up about half the subjects, slowly replacing the monsters that were formerly the dominant theme.

The Seal of Metatron is not anywhere in the collection.

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"Hey munchkin," Harper said, popping his head in through the curtain with a grin. "Whatcha drawing?"

"Seamus!" She beams. "Hank took me outside and i saw a unicorn!" She holds up a picture of a red horse with a horn. And a cat beside it.

"In this place, I don't doubt it for a minute," Harper said with a laugh, taking a look at the picture. "Hem hem. Excellent use of chiaroscuro and fantastic imagery."

She blinks. "they're crayons." She's not up on the whole art vocabulary thing.

"i'm not asleep as much anymore," she adds.

Harper just grinned at her and sat down at the edge of her bed. "Yeah, and it looks like you're healing up too. Once you're a little more healed, we can take all your pictures and move 'em into the Maru and stick 'em up on the bulkheads. I talked to my captain and she said it'd be fine to have a little space cadet on board."

Her eyes sparkle. "for real? they- they don't mind?"

At the sparkly eyed eagerness, Harper laughed. "Well, it's just me and Beka right now and Beka said she doesn't mind," Harper said. "And you know I want ya' there. So as soon as your better, you can have your own bunk on the Maru and we'll teach you to fly and you'll see planets and everything."

Cue impromptu hug.

"you want me..."

It's a very nice, highly unusual feeling.

There is sniffling.

"'Course I do," Harper said, rubbing her back gently. "Us people that've had sucky lives, we gotta stick together, yanno? We're two peas in a Castilian podplant, me and you."

"what kind of plant is it?"

"Like peas, kinda, except it's got blue flowers on it. My friend Trance loved 'em for the flowers," Harper said. "Anyway, the pods have little peas in 'em that're white and shiny like pearls, all close together."

"...it sounds really pretty. Can we get one?"

He grinned. "Sure thing," he said. "Trance's room still has her old hydroponics equipment in it. We can get any flowers and stuff ya' want."

"...equipment?" She frowns, nervous. It's not a word associated with good things for her.

"Just stuff to grow plants, kiddo," Harper said calmingly. "Hoses and stuff, nutrient mixes, trays for them, pots, sponges."

"like a garden?" She brightens. "there's a girl here that does that. she can make them grow."

"Any plants and flowers you want. They're good to have on a ship, because they help with the air," Harper said. "You can help take care of them since we don't have someone taking care of hydroponics on the Maru anymore," Harper told her. "Eventually, that can be your job on the ship. Beka said she'd teach you how to fly it too."

"i get to make the plants grow?" She's not sure whether to be excited or terrified. "they... might die..."

"Well, if they do, you can just plant new ones," Harper said gently, and he wrapped her blankets around her and scooped her up in his lap.

She blinks, freezing in surprise at the movement.

Then, when there's no sign of anything bad happening, relaxes again and leans in, reaching her arms around his neck.

"i- i'll try real hard."

"I know you will, munchkin," he said, petting her hair.

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