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Who: Jeyne and YOU
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Golden; SS Blue Fish
When: Oct 23

It hadn't been a great surprise when Jeyne had appeared suddenly on the Golden. For all of her intentions of begging to be at her husband's side, she inwardly knew that she would be placed elsewhere. For the few days she had spent on the Marsiva, as well as the brief conversations she had on her strange device, she had slowly become aware of how these Atroma intended to play. Nothing was about her comfort, it was about this show that they had brought her here for.

For her sanity, and for Robb's sake, she would need to make the best of this situation and allow herself to be moved around as a pawn once more.

She had at least been given a room of her own. For the first few days, she had wandered the ship, acquainting herself with her surroundings, but only when she wasn't with her husband. Traveling between the Golden and the Blue Fish was becoming a routine for her. While she wanted to remain with Robb, she had duties to attend to and couldn't neglect her own crew.

So mornings and evenings, she would travel between the ships, slowly become familiar with the faces she passed (even if she didn't know all of their names.)

Stepping through the sealed doors, Jeyne rested for a moment, catching her breath and regaining her composure. No matter how often she passed people or walked the distance between her ship and the Blue Fish, she still managed to become disoriented and drained.

Hearing another's approach, she forced herself back into composure, bringing a smile once more to her features. "Good day," she said, turning to greet the person that had interrupted her solitude. "Am I in your way?"

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There are, Han decides, way too many kids on this ship--as far as he can tell, he's the oldest member of the crew as well as one of the most experienced in journeying through space, which means that it is now his responsibility to at least keep an eye out for them all. Especially the new ones.

And this girl standing in the doorway to the ship's galley is definitely a new one, by the looks of her. Modifying one of the blaster pistols he bought from the last system to his exact preferences can wait, and so he discreetly stashes something very close to his old weapon along with a screwdriver into his jacket.

"No, I'm just standing here 'cause I like it here." His concern's not going to stop him from being annoyingly sarcastic, apparently. "What about you, you waiting for a written invitation? Go on in."

She had caught a glimpse of him hiding something, but didn't question or wonder what it could be. With all of the strange things surrounding her, his weapon was the farthest thing from her mind.

It seemed silly to be comforted by the presence of a stranger, but the man was older and had a wry sense of humor that caught her off guard and pulled her from her thoughts. She chuckled, a bit relieved that he seemed to belong in this place and bore a measure of wisdom. Age seemed to do that.

"I need a moment," she said, a bit more firmly than she might otherwise. Given her flustered appearance, she didn't want to be pushed or viewed as weak. She had enough of that from her own family. "Traveling between the ships, it becomes a bit overwhelming."

It would be, he thinks, for someone who's never been anywhere like space before. He shrugs, setting his hands on his hips--the girl's a pretty strong kid, he can see that much besides her strained and flustered look, someone trying to make the best of her bad situation, trying to prove something to herself.

He wonders what she's trying to prove, then decides not to ask.

He shrugs, says, "Fine, have that moment." She seems tired enough, from appearance alone, and he can't resist the urge to give her some advice: "You don't have to make the trip so often, you know. You can stay on one ship or the other for a few days."

She lived passively in Westeros too long and had seen the results. Had she been more proactive and strong, perhaps she could have stopped her mother from tearing apart her life. That was in the world of 'what ifs', but in this place, she at least had some form of a second chance.

She wasn't thrilled with the way it had been given to her, but it was either try to make the best of the situation or break down. As Robb was here, she needed to be strong for him, keeping to the promise that she made to Catelyn Stark.

The advice was meant kindly, his concern almost fatherly. It had been a long while since she had experienced that. "No, I can't. My husband is on another ship, asleep. Until he wakes up, I need to go to his ship."

The girl has a husband? She looks way too young to have one, and Han immediately decides that he's going to have Words with this man, whoever he is. It's probably obvious that he does not like the idea of his new crewmate--who looks so much younger than Finn and Rey, than Leia when he first met her on the Death Star--having a husband, from the way his brows furrow.

His expression smooths over fairly quickly. He huffs out a breath--okay, fine, the kid's got a husband, and she clearly seems to love him. Han's still going to have Words with the guy, but he's going to be subtle about it.

"You can stay on his ship if you'd like, then," he says, gently. "At least until he wakes up. No one's gonna force you to make the trip back here every night, especially since you look like hell." Blunt as always, apparently.

The last thing she wanted was to be a burden on anyone, which was what she would feel if she neglected her duties on this ship. While she wanted very much to remain with Robb until he woke, she couldn't abandon the responsibilities placed on her in this fleet, no matter how small. Her words were sharp in her mind, pushing away exhaustion, "Honor, not honors".

"It wouldn't be right for me to ignore my responsibilities to this crew. I was placed here for a reason." She said with a sad smile. Before she could think better of it, the words spilled from her, "I somehow doubt that I will have much reason to stay there once he wakes." She winced as she realized her mistake.

This man was a stranger, known for only a few moments. Trusting him or anyone was a mistake, a painful lesson learned at the hands of her mother.

She laughed, "I imagine I do. The audience will be so displeased."

An eyebrow goes up. "If you say so," he says, "but you should take a nap every so often, at least. And not just for the audience." He shrugs, then adds, "Can't do your duty to your crew if you feel like falling over half the time. In fact, I'd say that'd be letting them down just as badly as just ignoring them." Harsh words, certainly, but he speaks them as gently as possible, as if trying to soften the blow they might have.

He wants to ask her about it, is the thing. Why does she think she'd be unwelcome there, he wonders. The answer comes quickly: maybe she thought she failed him, somehow. He'd avoided Leia for that reason, after all, so instead he huffs out a breath. "Take it from me," he says, "sometimes a reason pops up even when you don't think it will."

He had a point, even if she didn't want to spend an hour away from Robb, in case he woke up. However, she couldn't continue this way. She would make herself ill and that didn't serve anyone, especially her crew. Part of her wanted that rest as well, just a few hours of blissful twilight.

Even if he was harsh, he was at least honest and that meant a great deal more than sweet words.

"I don't believe I caught your name? I'm Jeyne." She offered him her hand.

The kid's nice, and good, and somehow carrying much more sadness than Han initially pegged, for all that she's holding herself together admirably well. It makes him think of Leia, standing tall and proud and defiant, even after Alderaan, even in the Resistance base before Starkiller Base.

He takes her hand, gives it a firm shake, then lets go. "Han Solo," he says. "I'm the pilot." A little half-smirk. "One out of two here, you'll meet Espio around soon enough if you haven't already." He waves a hand to the ship's galley around them, which is--kind of pitiful, honestly, there's not much besides sticks and gels. "Anyone give you the tour yet?"

His presence seemed to convey a grumpy man, hardly amused by his surroundings or the people inhabiting the ship. However, he spoke kindly (even if bluntly.) Whatever demeanor he might exhibit, she couldn't believe that he was truly like that deep down. His concern was more than obvious.

"I haven't met Espio yet," she pronounced the name slowly, hoping that she was saying it correctly. "I'm personnel. I'll be working as a nurse for the ship." However much that meant. She hadn't met the maester yet and imagined they were more skilled than she was. "No, but I should like one."

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SS Golden

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