Sylvye was finally in her own peaceful solitude; her face buried in the blankets; her arms straddled around her small body; her legs wrapped up like a tortilla - that was until she felt a hand fall on her shoulder. "I'm perfectly fine," She mumbled, rolling over again to add distance between her and her comrade. "The sooner we get home, the sooner I can put myself to use." Her voice was noticeably more muffled now, but still understandable.

She had spent most of her time at the institute managing a small group of people under the CO - that was the life for her; filled with purpose and meaning. Her code was the most important thing to her, and without it, she inevitably felt useless.