Welcome to the land of empty beer cans, dog hair, and mechanical projects half-finished and half-started in various places, sir Maid Ian.

She mouths a thank you but the sound doesn't quite come out, like her throat had finally given out from how tight and twisted it had been most of this day. Days? How long had it even been? Had she even slept at all? Samus felt like she moved in a dream-state before she actually found her way to the bed. She promptly and fell into it face first like dead weight not even bothering to wrap a blanket around herself. She was exhausted. She felt terrible. Falcon was gone.

But she could rest knowing someone at least had her back, now that he could be.