96 C: Written Memory

Rafaela slept… a lot. Not because she wanted to, but because the medical unit she was in would put her to sleep at Frederick's command. As far as she could tell, she was fully healed, but she wasn't certain that the unit wasn't currently protecting her somehow from the ship's acceleration.

She didn't feel any of the bone crushing force that she'd felt when the cargo rings had launched the scout ship, or even as much as had pulled at her as she'd catapulted around Gyrfalcon weeks ago. But if the Dragon Empire's ship were traveling as fast as the ones that Kensa had tracked, the acceleration should be far more extreme. She didn't know how a unit like the one that held her might fully negate such force the way it apparently was, but she was busy creating theories.