Lucinda found some of the secluded rooms Lex had told her about.

It seemed the previous occupants of the whaling station wanted to be close to the food at all times. The rooms connected to the sides ended up being bedrooms. Luci found that each room contained a bunk bed and a work desk. Or at least, the remains of them.

Lucinda chose the one that looked the least run down and decided to occupy herself in it.

The top bunk had mold growing on it, so the bottom bed was her only choice for sitting. She looked over at the chair that went with the work desk and decided against testing her weight on it.

She dusted off the bed with her gloved hand the best she could before sitting on it.

To her surprise, the bed was stuffed with. . .some sort of soft material, and wasn't supported by springs like modern ones. She sunk right in, and nearly fell through the bed boards as well. Laying down flat to distribute her weight evenly, she finally allowed herself to relax.

She was going to let her mind wander. An idea that she came to conclude later would have been a bad idea with her anxiety problem.

Instead of getting a chance to think, she heard the door creak open and surprisingly soft footsteps enter her room. She cracked an eye open and saw that it was the humanoid she was trying to avoid in the first place. She sighed before sitting up, and nearly sank through the bed frame on the mattress in doing so.

"Do you need something?" She asked politely, no trace of anger or disdain in her voice.

Lucinda was most certainly mad at him, but she had always had a hard time showing her anger at others. Sometimes her refusal for much needed confrontation got her so strung up that she'd just suddenly burst into another panic attack. This usually led to heavy tears later on.

She watched Chopper as he didn't say anything, but went over and grabbed the chair. He brought it over beside her claimed bed and sat down in it with a heavy thud.

When he completely broke through the chair and fell to the ground in a flailing heap, Lucinda had to hold her stomach and bite hard on the insides of her cheeks to keep from laughing. He stood up and kicked the broken pieces away angrily, and she just couldn't hold it in anymore.

Some of the tension left the room as the sound of her laughter replaced it. Chopper didn't mind her laughing at him if it meant she was no longer angry at him. Or at least, not completely angry.

Lucinda sat up on the frame of the bed and wiped away at the stray tears that had gathered in her eyes from laughing so hard. At first she smiled widely at him, then stopped herself when she remembered the problem they still had. Her shoulders slumped and Chopper sat up on the floor facing her.

Silence controlled the room for several minutes before either broke it.

". . .I'm. . .sorry. . ." Chopper voiced out after typing on his gauntlet. Lucinda's head whipped up and she stared at him as he typed some more. ". . .I. . .have. . .no. . .excuse. . .for. . . .what. . .I. . .did. . . . . . . .I'm. . .not. . .good. . .with. . .words. . .so. . . .all I. . . .can. . .say. . .is. . .I'm sorry."

It took Chopper nearly two minutes for each word he said. He would type what he'd want to say into the gauntlet and then spend some time sounding out the words in his throat and in his mind before saying them. His pronunciation was better than Scar's because of this, but it still took a long time for him to say anything.

Lucinda was actually stunned into silence by this, and found that she couldn't be mad at him for trying to fix things.

She eased herself off the frame and sat by him on the floor. "Lex said. . .that you killed those guys because they were. . .I guess too weak for your standards. . .and then something about selective breeding."

Chopper frowned at her, but slowly nodded his head. He was afraid that this was going to set her off again.

Lucinda bit her lip and looked at the floor before speaking again. "If you killed them because they were weak. . .then why didn't you kill me?" She softly asked. Chopper typed into his gauntlet again before speaking.

"I. . . .thought. . .you. . .were. . a. . . . child. . ."

Lucinda looked up at him. "You don't hunt children?" Chopper shook his head at her and typed some more. ". . . . . .Dishonorable. .to. . .kill. . . .children." Lucinda nodded her head but frowned at him. "If you had known that I was an adult instead of a child, would you have killed me then?"

There was a long moment of silence again, but this was due to Chopper concentrating on typing his response.

". . .No. . . you. . . . .helped. . .me." He then gestured to his broken arm. ". . .You. . . .saved. .my. . .life. .by. . . . .throwing. . . .rock. . .and. . . . . .helped. . .fix. .my. . .arm. . . . .mostly." He paused and typed even more words into his gauntlet.

"I. . . .would. . .not. . . .have. . . . .killed. . .you. . .but. .I. . . . .probably. . . .would. . .not. . .have. . . . .brought. . .you. . . .along."

Lucinda bit her lip and nodded at him as she pondered his answer. She tapped her fingers on her legs and Chopper found they made a rhythm with each tap. Chopper found he was subconsciously tapping along to her rhythm as well.

Lucinda sighed. "Look, I. . .I don't know if I can forgive you totally. . .for what you and your friends did out there-" Lucinda turned her head to look at Chopper, who was watching her intently. "But I think I can trust you fully."

Chopper tilted his head at her and typed into his gauntlet once more. ". . . .Thank. . .you. . ."

Lucinda nodded her head with a small smile and suddenly yawned. Sleepiness had suddenly overcome her and she found her eyes drooping with exhaustion at an alarming rate. The events of the day finally caught up to her, at least physically.

Chopper saw her leaning body and connected the dots. He knew humans required more rest than his kind.

He caught her falling body and placed her head on his lap. The h'dui'se coming off of the bed made him believe that it was unsuitable for anyone to actually rest on. He didn't have a blanket to cover her, a luxury both his kind and the oomans shared.

Instead he laid his meaty arm across her curled up body and hoped that was enough for her.

Chopper noticed how warm her small little body was, and fought the urge to curl up around her and sleep as well. He knew humans were warm blooded, so they generated their own internal heat. Contrary to his kind that relied on their surroundings for warmth.

He wondered if he felt naturally cold to her or if she could feel some heat coming off of him as well. At least from his mesh suit, anyway.

Finding himself growing tired as well, he leaned his head against the supporting bed post behind him and closed his eyes. Her head was keeping his thigh warm and he focused on her heat as he drifted off into sleep as well.

Both human and yautja shared a peaceful nap.

Author's note: Translation time!

-h'dui'se: scent/odor/musk

-ooman: human

I feel similar to Lucinda at the moment and just want to sleep all of my problems away. Good night to you all. I shall be conked out by the time you read this.