It was a quiet evening aboard the Andromeda, the soft hum of the ship’s engines a constant backdrop. The common area was dimly lit, with a warm golden glow from the overhead lights reflecting off the sleek, metallic walls. Rev Bem sat cross-legged on a cushioned mat near the observation window, the vast expanse of stars twinkling outside.

You hesitated at the entrance, clutching a small drawing you’d been working on all day—a surprise for him. Rev noticed you immediately, his sharp yet gentle gaze softening as he smiled, revealing a glint of sharp teeth that somehow felt comforting.

“Come in,” he said, his deep voice warm, almost melodic. “What brings you here, little one?”

You stepped closer, holding out the picture—a lopsided sketch of him with “Thank You” scrawled at the bottom. His expression shifted, eyes glistening with gratitude as he gently took the drawing. “This... this is beautiful. Thank you,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine emotion. He patted the mat beside him, inviting you to sit and watch the stars together.