Tea, not caff is what Dhel's brewing in the little kitchen after the night they've had; and taking the long, long way around to find their way to a spot they're reasonably sure is safe; and a few hours of sleep. She's pretty sure Petra's nerves do not need anything as strong as caff. Her own hands are a bit clumsy, trying to hurry and get back before she wakes up alone in the nest of comforters they'd passed out in.

Petra lay there, almost exactly as she was left with one of those many comforters gripped tightly. With a grip so strong it was almost questionable if the comforter was offering anything from how soft it was- instead merely being a tool of comfort in the ability to be squeezed. Petra had been happy to remove the orange clothing of an Imperial prisoner, sporting a few marks along her neck that are visible even with the covering and soft outfit she's currently wearing.

Dhel was pretty sure she had bruises from that grip, and looks at the bit of cloth with some sympathy as she settles at the edge. One cup is set on the floor, the other cradled in her hand as she watches, blinking rapidly with the wash of anger those marks call up. She sips the tea as a distraction, the tannic smell is at least slightly calming.

She won't wake Petra, leaving her to as much oblivion as she can find. But she'll wait as long as she needs to.

One minute passes, two, three and then some more but eventually Petra stirs. Eyes blinking as they aim to open. Coming up quickly she looks around, and then settles, taking a break for herself. However, body demands a yawn and so she yawns while looking around. Looking around she finds Dhel watching her and glances down instead, retreating a little. Enough so that she does notice the cup on the ground, and then the one in Dhel's hand.

Looking up to her, back down she grabs the cup and speaks softly, her voice a little hoarse with the morning, "Thanks," it comes abruptly.

"No problem," Dhel says quietly "I'm..." She presses her lips together, biting off the words, almost wanting to just go back to clinging desperately to one another in that storm soaked boat. That was a comfort she knew how to offer.

"There's food when you're hungry. OK?" She reaches to pat Petra's knee, not sure, after the dash for the tea, if she was going to pull away.

"Okay," she says, giving a slow nod as she looks down into the tea. Glancing only briefly when Dhel pats her knee. Looking back to her own reflection she takes a minute in the silence. Breaking the freeze of the moment by lifting the cup to her lips and taking a longish drink. Leaving a little in her mouth to sit with, taste a little while. Swallowing she looks to Dhel but doesn't say anything right away.

Dhel looks down as she starts speaking. "I want to just ask if you're alright...like it was just some stupid night where we ran into the wrong crowd and came home bruised up," Her head slowly coming up to be able to look Petra in the eye again. "But I'm pretty sure you're not, and that was so much more and...we couldn't find you at all until Clara..."

"I'm.. okay," she says, a brief nod she meets Dhels' gaze but shy's from it in the moment. Hiding by looking at her own reflection. Leaning forward a bit she tries to get a look at herself a bit more within the cup but it's too small a surface to manage seeing anything significant. Tea wasn't a great surface for it anyway.

"I- I don't.. I don't really know what to say.."

Dhel leans forward, to rest her head against Petra's, catching poor and wavering glimpses of their reflected eyes in the tea. "S'alright. I'm sorry I couldn't...didn't. Just...glad to have you out and not like..." She doesn't finish. They both know what shape her foster father was in after years in Imperial custody.

"Yea.." she says, setting the tea down on the nearest surface with intent on not removing herself from Dhel. With it set down she shifts a little and gets both her arms at least partially around her torso to hold, resting her head against her in turn. A minute, maybe two, and she slips away again. Sitting up and shifting on her rear she crosses her legs underneath herself and looks to Dhel.

Hesitation rests in the eyes, dimmer than they once were, "Hey.." she tries to start.

The ever-touchy Bothan reaches around Petra’s shoulders as well, one-armed with no chance to set the tea down. She takes the chance to do so as Petra shifts back.

There’s a quiet moment after Petra speaks, before Dhel sighs, then offers a small smile and rolls down onto her back, resting her head on the other girl’s knee.

‘Hey yourself.” Hands resting on her stomach, knees bent, she breathed deep to relax. “Wanna catch up? Or pick things as they come? Or… I’ll listen if you just want to talk. Really need to dye your hair now they’re looking for two redheads. “

Looking down at Dhel there she lets herself have a brief smile, a little small return of the ability at something resembling mirth. Resting her hand on Dhel's shoulder. "I'm.." she looks to her, meeting eyes a moment but shying away. Still working herself up to it she inhales deep and exhales slow. "I really hate the idea of dying my hair," she says all at once suddenly, and laughing a two note laugh when she manages it.

"OK...so hats?. Oh! Or get in on the armor trend for the helmet action?" It's something like normal banter, even with the edge underneath. "Clara might even know a source..." Ok, maybe the edge was less underneath there.

Dhel reaches over her head to take Petra's shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me about her? We could've been pissed at her together this whole time, you know?" It was teasing laid over worry and laced with a little hurt.

Petra smiles a little at the first bit, thinking- and then with the second she looks away. Mouth opening but she hesitates a moment, there wasn't that usual mirth before either but even now it was a little more toned down than just immediately prior. "I.." she inhales, exhales. Seems that Mylar's tricks work sometimes for other emotions too.

"You.. were always going, or gone," she said, her voice trepid. An old sore-point that doesn't feel as impossible to say anymore. Something that should feel freeing but only seems to frighten her a little, "When you were around I didn't- I just wanted to try and focus on the moment, ya know? Clara.. she's.." she shakes her head. "I just wanted-" she hesitates.

"She sold herself. I know a little about that." Dhel says quietly, knowing that she doesn't get to wait as long as she'd hoped for the rest. "But yeah...I'm not good at staying put." The line had never felt so heavy before.

Sitting back up, she takes Petra's hands, with her own long breath, and a swallow, eyes blinking rapidly. "I'm sorry."

"Kriff.. you don't have to be sorry," she says, glancing down. Only a moment. Looking back she gives a shrug. "I-.. I dunno, it's just a lot. Least now Clara being mixed up in things isn't really an option.." she sighs, inhaling a little and exhaling with a long slow push of air between her lips.

Shifting how she sat a little to be a bit more comfortable there with Dhel. Still sore in a place or two as she was. This close, when she shifts, there's a few marks along the collar Dhel hadn't seen before and a couple at her wrist. All which point toward a few weeks of Petra being Petra bashing up against the Empire being the Empire.

"Plenty to be sorry about. All over the place." Dhel smiles a bit though.

Dhel's hand shifts to touch one of the marks on her wrist, very gently. "Need something for these?" She blows out a strong breath, cheeks puffing. "you kept fighting with them, it looks like. And we kept looking. Persistence pays off."

"Just made 'em angry enough to try and scare me with spookie stories," she chuckles, there's no mirth to it. More a distraction than anything else as she looks away to hide the lie inherent there. Try to scare her? Not exactly a "try" when it worked.

"Thank you.. by the way," she says, going to run her wrist but stopping as Dhel was still there with it. "For.. ya know, everything you did."

"At least you had an effect, right?" Dhel lets loose of her wrist if she feels her try to pull, doesn't want her feeling trapped at all again.

"Didn't do much but huddle on the boat while people with way more skill fought." She pauses. "Don't know how much you saw in all that, but like...the glowy swords maybe stood out?"

"I.. saw the big guy running forward but after that it was just me and Clara, and then that-" she shook her head, bad memory. Looking away from Dhel she looks down to her wrist, not feeling restrained or restricted by her in the slightest she smiles dimly at her investigation of it.

"Think- yea, that was it. Before I knew it I was in some metal guys arms and we we're flying, and then you.." she gave a little shrug. "Seems.. seems a whole lot for just me," she says, a little breath leaving from her with the admission.