“But what if it’s not just racism?” Conner suggested. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I have a hard time trusting these aliens around Valiel. Yeah, they’ve treated us nice so far, but…”
“I agree, but what else are we supposed to do? We’re going to end up being paired together, whether we like it or not, and Valiel won’t be apart of the group.” Arriss frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t like it any more than you do, but…”
“What if we snuck her on the ship?”
“What? Conner, no. That’s incredibly risky.”
“Yeah, and so is leaving her on this ship alone.”
“No, no. Don’t apologize.” She sent him a warm smile before lying back onto the floor. “It’s just… some of my memories of war aren’t great, but I’m recovering.”
She laid there for a long time in silence, staring at the ceiling full of stars. Occasionally she would steal a few glances over at Romulus.
Finally, she spoke up. “I’m so nervous about meeting my family again,” she said softly. “It’s been years, Rom. Years.”