As Commander of the Khellian, y’Rehl did not get much time to himself. In the past, he had not found himself trusting any of his senior officers enough to leave them with the charge of the ship for long, so his attentions to things such as sleeping and eating had been as truncated as possible, and leisure time had been unheard of. Their recent trip back to ch’Rihan, though, had resulted in y’Rehl managing to transfer officers out and in, and the resulting combination of hand-picked personnel meant that, for the first time in years, he felt comfortable in taking just a little time for himself.
Mostly, he spent this time in his quarters. Though characteristically spartan in other ways, his room was graced by a handsome collection of various plants. This particular hour found y’Rehl in the room’s one comfortable chair, stretched out and half-dozing with a book open upon his lap.
