The half-elf hung suspended... no, not even suspended.
    Weightless.
    Drifting in the medical wing with the artificial gravity deactivated, Justina could pretend the world didn't exist, for a few precious moments, she could pretend she was free, drifting amongst the cosmos.

    Like all fantasies, this too much come to an end, but not for now. Not yet.

    Blue eyes remain closed, white hair wafts as if under water, and her clothes billow faintly in the microdrafts of wind from the life support system. Her pointed ears twitch faintly at the sound of the ship around her, the hum of its reactor core, the soft growl of the main engines, the whine of the Radial Drive as it spools back up for the next jump.