"How far away is it?" 

"Not close, and moving away."

"Let's keep going unless it notices us." 

So Cam navigates to his chosen site for the space station, and then makes it.

The Mi-Go fails to notice them. 

"That's soooooo coooooool," Lucy breathes. 

"Thank you!" And he opens the hatch, having made the dock right where the ship is.

Various footfall-like and slithery noises indicate Lucy is exiting the spaceship. 

Wilbur follows in her wake, looking around with less energetic but still intense interest. 

"I didn't design the station from scratch, so this is technically a cargo bay, but if you want furniture or anything I can jazz it up for you," Cam tells Lucy.

"Oh, goodness. I don't even know what furniture I could use would look like. ...I could use a really big cushion and blanket, I think." 

"Like how big?"

"Umm. Can I have something to mark dimensions with?"

Cam produces a marker.

She traces out an area a little bit bigger than the floor area of the farmhouse. "And then maybe...three times that size? For the blanket?" 

"Do you have fabrics in mind?"

"Oooh I get to pick. Um. Um. Do you have really soft future fabrics?"

"You got it."

Very heavy duty springs in a giant mattress with maximally distress-tolerant foam on top of that, all wrapped in a nice demonic bamboo weave, and a folded-up blanket in a chunky modal blend.

"Ooh!" 

The mattress creaks as she scrambles on top of it and wraps herself in the blanket with a happy sighing noise. 

The blanket remains visible. The form underneath is sort of vaguely egg-shaped, with lots of tentacles, and some vaguely trunklike legs. 

Wag wag. "You're going to have to duck to get through the non-cargo doors, but the ceilings in the standard living quarters won't hit you on the head," he tells Wilbur.

"Thank you," he murmurs, gazing at his sister affectionately. 

"You're welcome!"

"What do you want? I know you've been--kinder to us than my wildest dreams could have imagined a stranger being--and that you're interested in resurrecting the dead, but--if there's anything I can ever do to repay you--"

"I can make arbitrary material objects, I don't really need much," Cam says. "I would find it convenient if you continued to operate in the capacity of a native guide, there's that?"

"I would be more than happy to do so." 

"Thanks!"