Honey shivers. This ship really is sort of a minefield, psychologically. One more thing to determinedly not think about, for now at least.

Honey probably isn't especially talkative for the rest of the meal, focused on not-thinking as he is. Unless someone brings something up with him, he'll probably start helping cleaning up the dishes and cookware once he's finished.

This help is appreciated, particularly as Martin does not help with the dishes and instead all but flees the room as soon as everyone's done eating. 

Mac has already left, and Kolya makes some excuse about showing the Rose—who seems to have decided to go by Briar—where she can sleep for the night.

So it's just Honey and Ivy cleaning up. Ivy doesn't try to start a conversation. 

The conversation goes unstarted, then. Quiet cleaning isn't bad, even if it does mean that Honey's mind keeps wandering in the direction of the various uncomfortable things he's encountered recently. He doesn't visibly flinch when his meandering leads him in those directions, but it may still be noticeable to anyone paying close attention.

Once all of the cleaning is done, Honey just sort of wanders the halls. His mind feels kind of fuzzy, and if he doesn't encounter anyone, he'll probably start looking for somewhere to sleep soon.

The lights in the corridor flicker. 

Honey stops for, with a bit of a worried look on his face, looking around for a moment. The lights haven't really flickered before, not just out of the blue. Does anything look wrong?

The light closest to him blinks, followed by the one next to it, and the one after that, creating a pattern that runs down the hallway in a particular direction.

After a couple of seconds, it repeats. 

That is still rather worrying. But, maybe Aurora has some kind of system to direct people to mechanical issues, or let them know an area of the ship is dangerous?

Regardless, Honey will follow the lights, on the lookout for trouble.

The lights lead him to an unoccupied bedroom near where the rest of the crew have their quarters.

It's small and simple, bare of furniture other than the bed, a hard chair, and a small table, but it has its own bare-bones washing facilities attached. The door locks from the inside. 

Honey checks over the room as thoroughly as he can, with how sparse it is, trying to find anything broken or out of place.

There's a puff of air through the vents that sounds a little like a sigh, and the lights in the room begin to gradually dim. 

Soft music drifts through from one of the rooms nearby, where someone is playing the violin. It's a lullaby, soulful and achingly sad. 

It begins to register that something other than a simple automatic response to something going wrong might be happening. "What's going on? Did Kolya put you up to this?"

One of the lights in the ceiling brightens, illuminating the bed, then fades again. The overall lighting stays at its current level: dim, but not so much that he's liable to trip over anything for lack of light to see by. 

Hm. Regardless of why the ship seems to be leading him to bed, he has to admit that it sounded like a good idea. He can look into what's going on, if anything, afterwards.

After doffing his somewhat burnt and bloodied operation loadout and putting on some softer clothes, he climbs into bed and quite promptly fell asleep.

Once he's in bed, the lights dim further, until there's only the barest illumination in the room.

His sleep is undisturbed, at least by external forces.

He sleeps for a good long while this time. He took more damage than he bothered to really recognize, and his body is going to take time to make sure that's all fixed up before he's back in action.

Once he is up, he'll get right back into looking for anyone who can use his help. Maybe Briar? It might be useful to have someone else who is still...not entirely accustomed to the situation, to commiserate with.

This morning—or whatever passes for morning in ship time—the corridors around his new room are a quiet bustle of activity. 

"Oh, good, you're up," Kit says as he passes outside Honey's door.

"It's getting exciting out there! We're watching on the screens in the cockpit, wanna join us?"

Well, if everybody is there, it seems likely that something is liable to happen soon, "Sure."

So Honey can follow Kit to the cockpit, where an array of screens is displaying footage from...the massive ship battle happening in the skies over Zantine, the capital city of Cole's empire. Camera feeds from the ships themselves keep jumping around as vessels are shot down, but the ground-based cameras aren't faring that much better. 

"Honey! Ah, good, you're up. Wouldn't want you to miss out on the excitement." 

It looks like everyone but Briar is there. 

"Are the broadcasts live?" Honey takes in the various views of the planetary siege. He can't say he's unhappy that the fight's gotten to the capitol, but he is surprised it's gotten there already. He must have been floating through space even longer than he thought. "Do any of you know when the siege started?"

"Just this morning!" Kolya says. He seems to be in a better mood than Honey's ever seen him.

"We took out the planetary defence grid yesterday; someone on White's side must have noticed. There's about two minutes' delay on these feeds at the moment, but we're heading back towards New Constantinople as we speak. Thought Briar might want to be there for the finish." 

Huh. Honey supposes that it makes sense that Cole would pin his defense network on a Rose, but he's a little surprised that the whole thing seemed to just fall over after removing just the one.

He nods at bringing Briar along, goodness knows that Honey will be happy to see Cole taken down and he was only trapped for a couple years. Kolya being chipper is a little surprising, though. "What's got in you this good mood? Not to jinx you."