Kuvira had grown worried about you. Once again, you sat restlessly with the moonlight luminating your face. You stopped talking to people.

"May I come in?" she didn't bother waiting for an answer before she pushed open your door and sat next to you. "I'm worried about you. You've completely shut down." she rested her calloused, yet gentle hand on your shoulder. A sad, comforting smile playing at her lips. She was obviously to worried about you to produce a real smile though.