The ship was due some maintenance, so during the next light speed travel, Faron would leave the repairs to his robot buddy, E-35, while he went to check on Fantasia. She was suffering from Aspect Deficiency, a common illness among those more connected to magic.

He headed towards their shared bedroom, the two had been in a relationship for the past few months, with Fantasia being really the only person he opened up with. Outside of maybe E-35. The door opened with a button press and he saw Fantasia drawing away at a small desk, her soft lavender hair being lit by a small desk lamp.

"You should be lying down, concentrating on that will only make the headache worse." Faron sighs, leaning against the side of the door. His plasma sword always at the ready in his holster.