One worry piled onto the next until I was glowing brightly.

Lorne paused in front of a door. “Are you okay?”

I swallowed. “I don’t know.”

“Whatever you’ve been through, you’ll need time. Give yourself that time.”

I wasn’t sure I had time, but I hated that I was so easily read. “I guess it’s obvious.” I motioned to myself.

“It’s not about the glow although, yes, I have eyes.” He ducked his head to keep my gaze when I tried to look away. “I can see something’s upsetting you, but I don’t know what it is or what you feel unless you tell me.”

He was quiet, and I knew he was leaving it up to me to let him in, but there was no chance of that. Not when I had so many unanswered questions brewing inside me.

“Later then.” Lorne pressed his hand to the center of the door, and it slid open soundlessly. “Only one sleeping quarters. The bathroom is through here.”

A large, thick mattress was fitted into the floor. Much bigger than my twin back in my apartment and dwarfing the bunk in the women’s quarters. White and cream pillows covered one end, and a thick duvet was folded down, almost inviting me in. The sheets were a little wrinkled, and I wondered if Lorne had slept on top of the covers with the blanket on his way here.

Little pops of color filled the room. A few green and brown pillows on the bed and on the chair beside it. A blue-and-green woven blanket was thrown across the foot of the bed. Green ivy crawled up one wall, and I wondered how they managed to keep it alive on a ship.

The bathroom beyond was so lovely, I almost felt bad about taking a shower in it. I was going to get everything dirty.

Lorne fussed inside the bathroom, placing a fluffy towel on the rail beside the shower. “Soaps are in here. The scents are those I favor so they might not be to your liking, but…” He trailed off as if waiting for me to confirm or deny about what scents I liked, but I couldn’t see how that would matter. Any soap was fine.

“Clothes are here,” he said when I stayed silent. “Some are mine, but some are spares I had here. You’re so thin that…” He went to the closet, pulling out a sweater. “Don’t want you to get cold. The clothes might not suit your tastes, but once we’re on Sel’Ani, we can get that sorted.”

I wanted to laugh, but he was serious. This was all nicer than anything I’d ever had before. Judging from the way he was busying himself around the room, I could’ve sworn he was nervous about it.

“This is amazing. Thank you.”