#also i am setting something on ilum to counteract the weather here

[breakfastteatime]

To Cere’s complete not-surprise, Cal’s asleep not long after she coaxed him into changing out of his icy clothing. He’s burrowed under nearly every blanket left on the ship, hair splayed across his pillow. He's finally lost the ashen, blue-tinted skin tone too, a distinctly pink tone flushing his cheeks. Cere places the back of her hand against his forehead and finds a healthy warmth rather than signs of a fever. She can't contain her relieved sigh.

Stirring under her touch, Cal makes a valiant attempt at waking up. "Cere?"

"Shhhh." She runs a hand through his hair, red strands surprisingly soft between her fingers. "Go back to sleep."

Cal drifts off. Cere leaves him be under BD’s watchful gaze. “If you’re worried, come and get me,” she tells him.

BD whistles and nuzzles closer to Cal, who stirs again, raises an arm for BD to sneak under, and mumbles something unintelligible before settling again. Content to leave them, Cere retreats and heads through the ship.

“So, Bogano?” Greez asks as Cere enters the cockpit.

“Bogano,” she agrees.

Greez glances into the depths of the ship. “Kid asleep?”

“Yes,” Cere says. “BD’s with him. He’s going to need a day or two before he’s ready for Dathomir.” She knows what he said, and believes he’s emotionally ready, but they’d best make sure he’s not suffering any ill effects before he takes on another challenge.

“Great, because I need time to work myself up for Dathomir and its dead witches, and I’m not the one who took a dive in freezing water during a whiteout blizzard.” Greez’s hands fly over the ship’s controls, preparing the jump to hyperspace. “He’s got enough blankets, right? You know the ship runs cold when we’re going full speed and I’m pretty sure he was turning blue before so – ”

“He’s got every blanket except two – yours and mine. He’s dry, wearing warm clothes, and he’s got BD with him. And he's talking in his sleep."

“Okay.” Greez’s shoulders drop down. “Good. I’ll make him some more soup later.”

“Might want to wait until tomorrow,” Cere says. “If we hear a peep out of him tonight, I’ll eat my datapad.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Greez says.