So they can do that for a while.

An indeterminate number of hours later, Kolya is standing on Honey's shoulders so he can fit his entire top half inside a ventilation duct. Judging from the muttered cursing in his native language, the broken fan is proving trickier to rewire than he anticipated. 

A nearby speaker crackles to life.

"...is it on? Right, yes, thank you, Aurora."

Martin clears his throat. "I just wanted to let you all know that we'll be docking at the commercial shipyard on Dooros in about an hour. We should be able to pick up enough fuel and supplies to see us to the next populated system outside the former imperial dominion." 

Oh, that sounds like his stop. “Hey Kolya, how much longer do you think you’re going to be up there?”

"Ehhh...if I can't fix the mess the octokittens made of this wiring in the next fifteen minutes I'll need to come back with reinforcements anyway," Kolya decides.

"Why, you going somewhere?" 

“Yeah, I’m splitting off up here at Dooros.”

"Huh. Alright. Well, I'll be done here by the time we dock." 

He goes back to swearing at the wiring in his native language. While fixing it, presumably, but only the swearing is perceptible to Honey. Less than fifteen minutes later, he declares himself finished and clambers back down to the ground. 

"You taking anything with you when you go? I bet Ashes would let you keep that bow you borrowed; it's not like anyone else here can draw it." 

Huh, he’d just about forgotten that. “I think I will, yeah. Thank you for mentioning it.”

Now that he’s no longer being a ladder, Honey will go ahead and look for where he discarded the bow, then try and find Ashes once he’s got it.

He starts retracing his steps after the rescue mission, recalling that he and Ashes made some food. As he’s working his way back to the kitchen though, he remembers that it wasn’t there just a few hours ago. After considering it for a minute, he figures that probably Ashes put it away, so instead of looking for it and then Ashes he’ll just find them first, ask if he can take it, and then ask for directions.

So, off to find Ashes!

Ashes isn't exactly easy to find, but Honey eventually crosses paths with them after about half an hour of searching. They're walking from one storeroom to another, checking things off on the tablet in their hand. 

"Hey Honey, how ya doing?" 

"Pretty good. Had a bit my face melted a bit by one of those little critters but I've since got that sorted. How are you Ashes?"

"Not bad, yeah. Just putting together a shopping list for port." They waggle the tablet illustratively.

"You want anything?" 

"Yeah, I was wondering if you knew where that bow you lent me for the rescue op a little while ago, and if you'd mind me taking it with me when I split on Dooros?"

"Oh! Yeah, sure. Not like anyone else around here can use it anyway." 

Ashes ducks into the weapons storage room to retrieve the bow and quiver of arrows they lent Honey before. "You left them in the kitchen after the rescue mission, so I kinda assumed you didn't want to keep them. Guess you haven't been here long enough to pick up the whole 'you leave a weapon lying around, it's fair game' thing." 

"Yeah, Not used to having much to keep track of, either." He grabs the bow and quiver, dons the latter and restrings the former, giving it a testing twang before shouldering it as well. "Thanks. It was nice knowing you, Ashes. It's not terrible likely, but if I ever meet of you folks again, you're one of the ones I'd rather it be."

"Aww, thanks, Honey! You're pretty cool too."

Ashes gestures for Honey to walk with them. "C'mon, I'll walk you to the docking bay. You want anything else for the road?" 

He's pretty cool!

He considers that for a bit. "I don't know if you all have any local cash you could spare? I can probably get work somewhere but it'd be nice to be able to pay for a room while I set myself up again."

"Yeah, sure, hold on." 

A minute or two later, Ashes hands Honey a bag of Imperial banknotes in various denominations. Forget a room, this might be able to buy him a pleasure cruiser.

"Think that'll be enough?" they ask, reaching to close the briefcase the money came from—based on the glance Honey caught, it's still more than half full. 

How did he never notice these people were loaded? I guess they don't exactly live it up.

"Oh, yeah, that's plenty. Thank you!"

That'll cover getting some more clothes and buying some papers as well, which is very nice.

"No problem!" 

To the docking bay? 

To the docking bay!

Nobody else is there to see Honey off. 

Ashes presses some buttons and the doors roll open, letting in the smell of rain. 

One shipyard is much like any other. Honey's seen a few of them over the years, and Dooros isn't particularly exceptional. They seem to have just missed the rain. The only remaining traces of it are a few stray puddles and water droplets scattered on the ground, catching the golden-hued light of the setting sun and making the concrete shimmer like a thousand tiny blazing stars. 

Around Honey, workers shout and machinery groans. And, somewhere in the distance out of sight, birds are singing. 

It's nice. He's glad that it's nice when he's leaving. He walks out and takes a couple steps onto the concrete, bag in one hand, before turning back to Ashes and waving with his other. "Bye Ashes! I hope that your future travels bring you many opportunities to set things on fire!"

Ashes, leaning against the door to the ship, waves back with the hand not shading their eyes.

"Bye, Honey! I...hope your future brings you happiness too. Good luck." 

"Good luck to you too!"

And with that, Honey will set off on the next step of his adventure. His skills are mostly in fighting, so maybe he can do some guard work? Or maybe there'll be a monster that needs slaying.