That look was shared, his brow arching at the thought of flying being a rare occurrence. Rather odd, came a thoughtful reply once Marc moved on, losing his face when their body walked over to the other available hatches. What's the use of a ship if you can't fly it everywhere?

The thought of rest was inviting and he would have given anything for a long, uninterrupted sleep. But he perked, distracted by Catra's original place of residence.

Wait, Etheria? Why does that sound similar to-