Arha pulled her cloak around her and tried to sleep only to find herself staring up at the mottled dark green ceiling. This wasn't working at all. If she did not sleep, she would not do well in the flying machine simulations, and that would make her as unhappy as when she did poorly in a lightsaber lesson (which was often enough to make her ever more determined to improve).

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and her brow furrowed as she swept a tangle of hair back behind her shoulder. It was so much longer and heavier than it had been when she had pod popped that she had taken to pinning it up in braids. Now it was a twisted mass of curl that hung heavily to the middle of her back and swung as she got to her feet.

Sheeana was outside, that she could tell. Since sleep wasn't coming, company was, by far, more pleasant. The door eased open and she quietly found a spot next to her Sister.