The other passengers murmur or nod their assent, and according to Ktarle, the crew should be coming around some time tomorrow morning as well. For now, the rescuers gets to the business of food and their first sleep in about 38 hours, sacking out on the couches in the lounge the newly unoccupied stateroom of the deceased (There is too much damage in the crews quarters to continue using those at this point). The Wolirius sheepishly make one more request of the doctor, and the three of them head down to the lower deck pushing a sled bearing a draped vargr body in front of them. Those still awake about fifteen minutes later see Ktarle and the Wolirius return along with their frightened, but calm, eight year old son Bilem. They no longer have the sled.
ooc:
I will be away from the internet from this afternoon until Saturday. Wilphe is running the Fingals (and any of the others I sent you some info on, if you like to, Wilphe), so if you want to get the meeting going in the morning, you are welcome to. The surviving members of the crew (The astrogator and the steward) will have to remain drowsy until I get back). The ship is headed to the Imperial Navy Base at Dukh, as far as I was aware.