Etzli woke up in the med-bay.

Her head spun, a mildly pleasant sensation. But her shoulder thudded a dull, painful beat, which wasn't so pleasant.

She felt sluggish in mind and had to focus to understand where she was and how she got here.

Movement to the right of Etzli's bed.

Atee, who'd been pursuing a text of traditional art styles, burst out of her seat.

"You're alive!"

"I think so," Etzli grunted. "God, I ...