When was the last time she’d been able to just stand still and appreciate the beauty of nature?
“Ma’am?”
She turned her head to see the young Lieutenant from earlier standing at a respectful distance—-the light of a pale blue nebula reflecting off his lean features.
“Do you need anything?” the boy asked her.
She smiled.
“No, thank you. Just…enjoying the view.”
He turned to look at it himself, hands clasped behind his back.
“It is not something I ever tire of,” he agreed. “I just wondered, ma’am, if you needed rest. Most of the others are sleeping.” He gestured back toward the lift which led to the passenger berths several decks down.
“Mm.” Shmi pressed her fingers to the viewport, appreciating the coolness on her skin. “I did rest, thank you. What of you Lieutenant…?”
“Piett,” he answered, holding out a hand. She shook it, appreciating the firm grip. “I’ll get some kip soon, thank you.”