"It seems as if you have friends everywhere and every-when," she teased. It would be nice, though, to go somewhere. The last time she had set foot on that planet seemed so long ago - a new change to something old was a pleasant thought.

Plucking at a loose thread of the robe she had fallen asleep in, "I don't suppose I could trouble you for another look around that wardrobe? I would rather not run about in a bathrobe." She then shifted from under the covers and stretched her left leg out, examining. The wound on her knee was healing properly. It would scar but that was the least of her concerns.