Alaria walks through the woods, towards where she can hear machinery powering up. She had been lucky enough to be out of the Palace when it had blown, but all of her possesions she had brought with her had been destroyed. Although she has never joined TSO, they have put her up in their temporary housing. It is crowded, but adequate.

She pushes back some lowhanging branches, and looks down at herself. Her dress is clean, but stained from digging through the soot and rubble of her room. The only thing she has been able to salvage is a small holocube, which Dagger will be missing. Alaria feels his presence, and breaks into a run. They have been apart too long.

Darting around large piles of separated debris, she catches her skirt on some metal, and it rips. Alaria ignores the tearing sound, and hurries forward, searching for her lover with her eyes.