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Sleep is overrated, Melody yawned again, rubbed her eyes, and glanced impatiently at the skins. She needed something to keep her awake, or else she'd start snoring mid-sentence, she was sure.

But Tavina was questioning her, curious in ways Melody was not prepared for. And I'm too young to know what I want, A small grin hid her uncertainty, but not well. It faded quickly, her flippancy dying as she went on. I don't know. I want to be useful, and this is interesting enough. She almost said more, but cut herself off and fell silent instead, thinking again of those blue eyes. It was their absence, truly, that made Akashingo feel so hollow to her.