Forgive Us (джен)

You wake to blinding sunlight.
You groan softly, squeezing your eyes tighter and turning away in an attempt to block the light.
“Oh, you’re up!” an unfamiliar voice calls from your left. There’s a quiet rustling of fabric before the warmth mercifully disappears from your face. Safe from the light, you open your eyes and glance to the side. A tall Elonian woman you don’t recognize stands by the window, one hand holding the woven curtain.
“Sorry for waking you like that,” she apologizes, tying the curtain back with a length of cord, “How are you feeling?”
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The Commander has another near-death experience and their team is not happy about it.
(AKA: a long-overdue apology to a Commander who’s trying their best)