This weekend, unfortunately. [ He grimaces, wishing that he could give her better news. Stefan normally doesn't mind waiting, but now... five whole days feels like a lifetime. ] That's when you'll be assigned to a ship - er, one of the smaller ones around the Marsiva, but you can always transfer to another crew.

[ He can distract her with information, right? Put off the inevitable by helping her acclimate? His expression softens, as he fidgets with his daylight ring out of sheer nerves, ] As soon as you're beamed down, I'll come to you. I promise.