(N)Unrest (Day 3 Early Afternoon)

There was a stretch, and a yawn as her hand groped into the black. Since they'd left Beaumonde Lyen had made the decision to staff the infirmary at night, owing to the need to study for the impending certification exam she'd be sitting soon. Her meager hours of sleep had been restless, apparent in the matted mess of Lyen's hair. In the darkness of her bunk she heard, or rather felt, the hum of the Veil. The way it reverberated through the ship--she splayed a hand against the bulkhead above her pillow. It reminded her of... well of Marisol: the careful steward of their home--as much as it could be called a home. She bit her lip as the remnants of the previous day trickled in from her memory. Home is where the heart is, right?

Dinner with Marisol had been easy. It was surprising just how easy, now that Ly knew a glimpse of what was going on behind those fiery eyes. They talked and ate like everything was the same. Only she felt this longing to seek and ask and know--everything. They hadn't the chance, yet, but she looked forward to a stolen moment alone.

Her hand fell to her chest, eyes sucking in the darkness. Folding onto her side, cheek on her hands, Lyen blinked sleep away, wishing Daisy were there to cuddle. But knowing her, the furball would have stared with those warm, excited eyes, huffing until she was up for their first walk together. With a smirk, the nun rose and dressed before finding the courage to slide away the door.

The infirmary was first on the list. Being only noon, Adler would no doubt be there writing reports or seeing about his duties. As she entered the infirmary lounge, she saw him through the window typing at his terminal, his shoulders tense. Elle was nowhere in sight. He must have discharged her, which was a good sign. Rather than disturb the impeccably dressed dentist, she rounded the stairs to ascend to the galley.

Esteban nodded at her approach, "Amituofo, Esteban. I hope you're well," her own eyes were red from lack of sleep. "I need a little something to get my bearings. No, no, that's alright," she said when he reached for an amber bottle, "plain coffee will suffice." Cup down, coffee in, down the hatch, "Did someone put salt in this?" She smacked her lips, nodding her head, "Someone put salt in this."

She kept drinking.

Esteban watched in bemused silence. Lyen was preoccupied, two hands on the mug, such that she didn't notice Leo slink into the seat beside her.

"Well good morning Sleeping Beauty--or should I say good afternoon." His palms slid onto the galley's common table. "You look a bit worse for wear. Is Dorian wearing you out in the infirmary until the midnight hour?" he said with a crooked smile. "You know, my offer still stands; I have quite an impressive cigar collection and I think I might have something rolled to your liking."

Lyen couldn't help but smirk in light of her own recent self-discoveries. She was about to reply when Esteban slipped himself awkwardly between the pair of them, sighing. "Sistah?" he said, raising his tipple before pouring a dash in her coffee. She stared down at it for a moment, then decided she *could* use a drink.

"Oh, thank you," she replied sheepishly, "And... I should really give Daisy her walk." With that, the nun nodded to the pair of them, tucking an errant hair back in its place. Daisy was probably in her favorite spot, haunting beneath the crew hideaway Vas had erected in the cargo bay. Either that, or she would be with the punk himself. Ly hoped for the former, in light of everything that had been going on.

Before she disappeared, Lyen grabbed some scraps Roose had left for just such an occasion. Thus armed with spiked-and-salted coffee in one hand, and paper-wrapped-offal in the other, Ly found her way to the cargo bay.