𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷 weren’t wont to stay in one place very long – not even among the rebellion. Amilyn cut through the crowd of dispersing pilots and rebel officers, her gaze focused one person, and one person only. “Tala, a moment,” she said, hailing her with a gentle touch to the elbow. “I have something for you!” From her vest she drew an envelope of all things, lightly creased from its time in her pocket, but still unopened. Smiling, she pressed it into the Captain’s palm. “I’ve been holding onto this for ages. It’s from that Halasai girl you escorted last year; she wanted you to know how she’s doing.”