After the promised two days of travel, Gaila and Scott had finally found the colony they had been directed to, contacted it and been given permission to land. Everything had been smooth sailing from then on. Almost too smooth. She had been welcomed with open arms by the colonists, a hero for having escaped the Empire's clutches with not a scratch on her, and with an Imperial officer trailing her every step as well. Most of them showed great curiosity towards the Human male, asking all kinds of questions she hadn't had time to make up answers for, and she decided to parade him around as little as possible, insisting that he would do her no good if he got sick from his injuries. Of course, the colonists wouldn't have that. It was exciting for them, empowering to know that Orions could snare their way into the hearts of even the Empire's soldiers, and they wanted to learn Gaila's methods. So the people you could tentatively call the leaders made a decision to let them both stay, provide them with housing and medical supplies, to nurse their new favourite little status symbol back to health.
Whatever they managed to convince these people of was good enough for Gaila. Both her and Scott had been given peace and quiet, a place to stay in the house of an elderly woman and her husbands, food and drink that reminded her pleasantly of home, and medical assistance for her "slave", at her demand. They didn't even have to work for their luxuries, which she had initially feared. No, the status Scott had provided her with had worked out much better than she could've ever imagined. And it put her in a position where she could do as she pleased with her "servant", thus "allowing him peace and quiet" to "adjust to his new home" was the only thing on his schedule for now. And it would most likely stay that way for a long time, if things worked out as planned.
Gaila woke up after another long, peaceful night of sleep, stretching softly in her bed, the familiar smell of desert sand and fresh cotton sheets greeting her good morning. It brought a drowsy smile to her face. Even still, her pleasant morning mood was compromised a bit as she rolled over, and - as things had been every morning since they arrived - she was alone in her bed. It really was a non-issue, since he was still recovering from a lot of injuries and would need the privacy. But she hoped that one day, once he felt better, she wouldn't have to sleep alone anymore. As she shifted back and forth on the matress, trying to wake up, she idly thought back to the days they spent together stuck in that shuttle craft, and how much had changed since then. Things had to keep changing, right?