Writer's Note: Occurs post-series and contains spoilers.
For as long as she could remember, Tekla always dreamed of her father.
It wasn't unusual for her people to have dreams. They were built something like simulations of an ancient race that had once lived on Tek, and as such much of what was ingrained into the mind was inherited from those people. The only difference was that the dreams could never be forgotten, always recorded and stored away into the memory of their minds.
As such, Tekla always knew when she dreamed of her father. Even when she was still on Tek, when he was still alive, when her people were free of the Beast and living idle and peaceful lives, she dreamt of him. He was her rock, her hero, the centre of her universe and the kind of person she wanted to be. He wasn't perfect, but he wasn't a disappointment, and her dreams always held some sign of him, even if they were merely minute.
So when Tekla woke up one morning and realised that her father had not graced her dreams at all, she was startled. That had never happened before - in fact, since leaving her starsystem, her father's presence had increased. So why was he gone from her mind all of a sudden?
Then she understood - the Beast was gone, and there was a sort of inertia hovering over the Alliance. Everything was calm. There was no need for the comfort of her father in her dreams - the peace was already there.
It was a bittersweet realisation. But it was one she took as a good sign, all the same.