The first time she opened her eyes, I was busy tapping away on a dataslate. One of the ship's officers had given me access to the fleet's registry between tasks, and I had taken it upon myself to discover who this woman laying in the bed was. From the markings on her now-incinerated uniform, I had narrowed her to a pilot on one of our Cobra-class torpedo ships, the Ordital. It had been listed as a casualty of the ongoing conflict. However, the data had no photo identification for the personnel files, and she had been found without tags or identification, so all I could do was idly flick through the pages of data.
When I saw her weakly look around I put the slate down and walked to her side.
"... what ship is this?" she asked feebly, looking up at me with a small measure of fear.
"Imperial Cruiser Interferiae." I replied gently, smiling softly to try and aleviate her fear. "You were injured in the crash, but you're safe now."
Slowly I saw her recognise who I was, her eyes fixing on me.
"The wreckage... you... saved me, didn't you..."
I hadn't saved her. I found her. The guardsmen and the Chirurgeons had saved her, and I remained quiet. I didn't want accolades. I just did what anyone else would do, and looking into her was helping me feel useful.
But as long as I live, I will never forget. Trembling from fatigue and her injury, her hand found mine. For the first time, I noticed her eyes. They were breathtaking, and even though she was weak, I felt my heart skip.
With that, she lost consciousness. I didn't know what to say, or do. But I realised that I felt... I felt like I had with Aremie.
Drawing the chair closer, I clasped her hand gently in both of mine and waited.