Crash of Worlds

08

Alethea fidgeted about, the seat which she had been within for the last, well, she wasn't actually sure how long wasn't doing her any good; she had been comfortable, curled up asleep and covered over but now she seemed rather awake and aware to her surroundings again. She could faintly hear Erik and Charles talking, casting a quick look over her shoulder she couldn't help but raise a dark eyebrow at the sight of a chessboard. Well, she couldn't fault Erik's attempt at making up there, they did always like to play, even if Charles looked less than interested as he drunk from his glass and looked out at the night beyond the window.

Honestly, Alethea didn't know how long they'd been flying for, or how much of it she had slept through, but even she leaned against the table and looked outside. The waters below were an inky mass, almost endless in how much they stretched and no doubt how deep they went. At that thought she winced, her mouth pulling downwards, well she just accidentally made herself feel sick. The clouds were drifting aimlessly above the waters and around the jet, she could easily spy these because they were a different kind of dark, more of a patchy grey than anything else. 

To be fair, there wasn't a whole lot to look at out there, and her companion across from her had seemingly drifted off to sleep again. Alethea looked sidelong at Logan, he looked sort of relaxed, she guessed; it was hard to tell considering he was still holding onto the armrests of his chair and was rather upright in sitting. She smothered a laugh though, she couldn't quite imagine his tall frame hunching and curling up in a chair like she did, the thought was amusing though.

Rubbing a finger against her eye, Alethea was at least pleased to see he looked less pained than the last time she caught him sleeping. She had woken briefly and seen him look hurt, but more of a hurt that came from deep inside; him being honest and answering what he dreamt about made all the more sense why he looked so lost in his sleep. At least this time he looked peaceful, she hoped he was at least having a restful sleep, not being plagued by memories from his time and whatever horrors he had lived through and seen.

By sounds of it, from the little snippets they had spoken about, he would've lived through a lot of painful moments, she had earlier presumed he must be one of the most resilient people she knew, but each moment and conversation just cemented that to her. She didn't know, if that was her, she knew she'd be more of a nervous wreck; there must be a lot going on in that head of his, yet he seemed relatively in control and fine. Alethea had to give credit to Logan's mental strength there, because anyone else would surely break and buckle.

Swinging her legs over the chair, she stood and dropped the blanket back with the pillow. She stretched up onto her toes and tilted her head and looked Logan over one last time before turning and walking off. She did pause and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge before passing Erik and Charles, popping her head into the cockpit she smiled at Hank and waved the bottle in the air.

Her friend looked thankful of the refreshment and took it from her hands when she cracked it open and held it out to him. "How's it going?" She leaned against the co-pilot seat, she wasn't going to sit in here with Hank, no offence to him, but looking at the long stretching horizon and all that water wouldn't do her any good. Honestly, she didn't know where her hatred for water came from, well, deep water, but she just despised it. 

"Honestly? A lot better now Erik isn't trying to crash us," Hank admitted, looking over the top of his glasses with an awkward smile. Alethea nodded, his expression said it all; he honestly thought Erik was going to bring them down, and there wouldn't be anything any of them could do. Hank glanced quickly over his shoulder, he could just about see the cabin, but not really. "How is going out there?" He was hesitant in asking, all was quiet and he got a little suspicious.

Alethea's purple nails drummed on the chair as she looked over all the different controls. She didn't know what half of them did, or what they were for. Looking back at Hank, she smiled honestly, "Logan is asleep, Charles and Erik I think might be playing chess."