Who Am I?
Alina nodded just a bit before curling herself up more against him. Whatever defenses she usually had up, to guard her mind and emotions, was gone. Around Darth Strosius she didn't feel there was any reason to keep that up. It was almost like feeling safe, if she knew what that actually felt like anymore. Ever since her father died, it was a feeling she forgot.
It wasn't long for her to fall asleep. She'd barely slept over the couple of weeks since she lost her arms. For once, it was a restful sleep.