Last spark from the ashes

Blaze looks up at Hughes for a second. If she notices his concern, she’s dismissing it as readily as she does Ghost’s. Why get concerned about something that can’t be changed? That surely doesn’t matter in any case?

“Right.” Dried off, she replaces the glasses carefully and checks they’re straight. She takes a last look at the view, nodding toward it. “That’s something, you know. Seeing Earth the way our- hm, the way humans see it. Wouldn’t mind remembering that.”

The cloth is put away for later washing before she nods to Ghost. “All right. Make it somewhere we’ve already seen. No wandering about.”

She's going to try ribbing Hughes into some fun if she realizes he's backing out on that.