Navarre kept silent, having chosen a seat separate from others. He stared out the large portals into the distance stars. His eyes raised slightly as another vessel came into view suddenly. An indication that they were only moments from docking. The type of freighter had often been described as an ugly ship, but sturdy and proven. At this distance he couldn't make out much detail of the old freighter, but he knew it well. He struggled to keep hidden a smile of pride upon seeing his ship hanging motionless in the distant darkness. The sight brought a pang of longing to be back underway. The sooner they were underway, the sooner he could get back to her. The time and distance was even to him,..... heart breaking. He no longer wanted to have dreams of Avarris; he wanted her by his side.