"I think having a home scares me," she admits, with a rush of breath too quick as she pulls her hand to the back of her neck, threading it through the hair at her nape. "Redtail was it for a while, but even then, she wasn't— she wasn't really home. She was a way to keep exploring so that I wouldn't need one. It didn't have to be her so much as it was just flying through space and with all the stars right there. Homes never seem to last long."

Her expression remains strong through the shrug, and her gaze falls distant, thinking of fallen walls and rising dust. Or of an empty ship, her steps echoing through the halls.