[Ear scritches turn into a gentle stroking of the wolf’s fur as they both settle in, the warmth of her new companion making the frigid air around them bearable.]

The Natha’s decision to put me back in stasis couldn’t have been more ill-timed, [She laughs a little,] Imagine my surprise, to wake up and find the ship empty.

[Hence falling so far behind everyone else. They might not be able to communicate like Allura and her mice, but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t understand one another. At the very least, it was nice to not feel so alone with her thoughts.

Her expression falls,] I can’t stop thinking about home. What I needed to do. What I should have done.

[She knows that her new memories are just that—memories. Her brain catching up to things that got left behind in the storm, but it all felt real and new and raw. Even while laying on a forgotten frozen wasteland, in some distant future beyond the war with the Galra, she still found herself contemplating the next moves for a coalition that no longer existed.

Distantly, she realizes that she’s fallen silent, and she shakes herself out of it, giving her wolf friend one last scratch behind the ears.] You must be tired. When morning comes, we can catch up to everyone.

(Don’t worry about it at all! I’m super slow too so it’s all good.)