Miriah looked at the preparations going on around her but only scrubbed her face with her hands. So much going on, she thought. She'd only had a handful of hours of rest, sneaked between meetings, holo calls, and tending to her husband. Corso had at least been waking every few hours, and seemed more alert now than he had. When he woke, he always called for her, and that justified the naps she'd taken on the floor. He'd told her how sorry he was that he hadn't been at her side during her battle with Valkorion, but the group that had been there had strict instructions not to tell him what had really happened. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, rubbing her aching stomach. Lana kept trying to feed her, but Miriah knew she would only feel worse if she ate. She closed her eyes for a moment, but it made her unsteady, so she decided to walk.
It's almost midnight, and still there are people working on this celebration, she mused as she exited the elevator and entered the courtyard. Everywhere there was a feeling of joy, of lightness, that had been missing for a long time. Miriah had stayed in the secured area since she'd arrived from Zakuul, and only now were people seeing her other than over the holo. She was aware the HK units had surrounded her as she saw a group of the decorators approach, and put her hand on the nearest one's arm, letting him know it was alright. She shook hands, accepted a couple of hugs, and most of all, their profound thanks for bringing and end to the fighting. No one really knew that Corso had been ill, she realized, and felt a stab of guilt that she'd left him to sleep.
Miriah turned and went back to the inner base, where she saw the main holo was finally quiet. She and Lana had worked through the day, sending messages and receiving calls. Together they'd decided that any world that wanted to join the Alliance could do so, provided that their government had the approval of their people. She'd spoken with Acina briefly, and saw that the woman had her hands full with the number of casualties they'd taken. Since the Republic worlds had been stripped of their government, and Saresh lingered in prison, Miriah had communicated with the chancellors who remained on Coruscant, and reassured them that she was not bent on taking over. All told, they had nineteen planets firmly committed to the Alliance, and Lana had sent out a structure for their communications with the specialists on Odessen. Hylo would be in charge of the aid and building supply shipments, Aygo their liaison for all things military. Miriah smiled when she thought of the promotion she'd given Solasta. When she'd finally gotten a chance to see the Colonel, she was met with a fierce hug, first from Solasta and then from her husband Gursan. She'd promoted Solasta to General Officer, and asked her to lead the Odessen military units. Solasta said she'd consider it, but Miriah knew she was the best fit for the job, and had high hopes she'd take the position.
Miriah turned and slowly made her way to the apartment, feeling her muscles ache. Once there, she lingered under the hot shower, and emerged more relaxed. When she dressed and made her way back to the medcenter, she at least felt a little better. She stopped to check on Torian and saw that he was gaining his strength, walking slowly around the outer area. Even in the middle of the night, he explained, he needed to move, to regain himself. He thanked her and Calypso for his life. That brought another train of thought to Miriah's tired mind.
Calypso. She'd taken over Corso's transfer from the ship when they'd landed, and made sure that everything was done the way she and Miriah wanted it, right down to the blankets that now covered her sleeping husband. After the initial craziness that had gone on, Caly had thrown herself into party planning mode, and Miriah knew that there were several wardrobe choices that Caly and Lana had put together for her to wear to the celebration. She's an amazing young woman, Miriah thought with a smile. While Devin and Logan had been with their spouses, and Miriah didn't blame them, Caly had worked tirelessly on the next day's events. Miraih snorted when she realized that they'd crossed into that day already, and quietly entered Corso's room.
Corso was sleeping peacefully, and Miriah thought he looked pretty good. His normal color had returned and he'd finally cleared the sedative that Mia had given him. His organ functions had not returned to normal, and he tired very quickly, but she knew that was to be expected given his time spent with inadequate blood flow. Thank the force for Mags, she thought, and Mia. She was going to leave the Jedi to Devin and Mags, as far as their participation in the Alliance. They had a nice temple here, and could access the one on Dantooine if needed, since they'd become an Alliance planet. Miriah made her way to the hard chair beside the bed and sat, her eyes never leaving her husband.
When he'd first arrived, Corso had been so out of things that he could barely open his eyes, but he'd improved over the past day. At one point, Miriah had entered the relatively small room and seen Aric, Felix, Devin, Logan, and baby James all sharing stories, and it had lightened her heart. Corso had even walked on his own to the refresher, and she'd brought him fresh pajamas to wear. He'd settled after that and still slept. She stood to press a light kiss to his forehead before she stretched out on the floor.
Tomorrow, she thought. No, today. Today he'll be home and we can start to organize and rebuild this Alliance, she mused. She closed her eyes and even uncomfortable, she drifted, dreaming of that vacation Corso wanted on Rishi. Before she could fall into sleep, Corso woke and shifted, momentarily confused. Miriah jumped up to go to him, smoothing his hair and murmuring quietly to him. When she started to pull away, he clutched her hand and whispered that he wanted to to lie beside him. She considered it for a moment before agreeing, and lay her head on his shoulder, hearing his sigh of contentment before drifting off.