It powers up on its own. We share a bond...usually. [He comes around the chair and sits down. Nothing. He breathes in and lets it out. Still nothing. His hands close over the controls and his eyes slide shut. Something brushes across his senses so faint he almost misses it.

He lets go of the controls and smiles with a fondness that colors his voice.]

Rest. We fought pretty hard out there. We'll fly again when you wake up. [The presence fades and he climbs to his feet, snagging his slate.]

...Black is still here. Looks like the trip and our previous battle just wore it out.