Arha sat cross-legged on the floor, waiting. Truth be told, she did not know what she was waiting for--whether it be for someone from her Arrakis or someone from Obi-Wan's universe, or for someone else entirely. The fact remained that she was waiting because she was certain this was a thing to do. Her blue-within-blue eyes swept the Observation Deck as she studied faces and took in the new ones, her stare one of intense scrutiny that yet held more curiosity than anything else.

These were to be her crewmates, these people, and each face was one she would commit to memory so she would, at the least, remember. If they caught her staring, it was her smile that lit her face and gave them welcome. Pod-pop was confusing enough, no one needed hostility when they had more questions than thought. Perhaps Ghanima would find her brother, Leto. Perhaps Sheeana might find Duncan. All was possible. For herself, Arha wished nothing save the happiness of those she had become close to, those she called friends.

And that was enough.