The words to describe her dreams just didn't exist in any of the dozen languages she spoke. Fear and andrenaline poured through her blood, driving her senseless and leaving her gasping for air. She sat up abruptly, narrowly avoiding slamming her head into the top of the bunk which would have just added the cherry to the top of the sundae.

Heart pounding, Asha stood and laid a hand against the wall, legs trembling as she forced herself upright. It was as if she'd run the Coronet City marathon with a rancor on her back, her body ready to keep going and ready to collapse all at the same time. She hoped...no, prayed...that this was just the last side-effects of the drugs she'd been dosed with on Corellia.

Otherwise, her dreams had acquired a new level of hell she just wasn't equipped to deal with. She leaned up against the wall, head back and eyes focused on a ceiling panel. Breathing. In. And out.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Slowly...painstakingly and excruciatingly slowly, Asha forced herself to breathe. Similar enough to the panic attacks she used to have as a child, the steady breathing and simple, focused gaze seemed to help. It took minutes...maybe a half an hour...before she could manage to lever herself away from the wall and towards the door. There was a mirror bolted to one side of it, which she'd draped a scarf over earlier.

Mirrors and shape-shifters with lifetimes of nightmares were never a good mix. Blinking, Asha could only stare at her reflection and eventually sigh. She looked like hell, but at least she looked like herself. Chestnut curls fell to her shoulders and dark brown eyes stared out of the soft features. Fingers brushed her hair back from her face before she stepped away went out the door.

Feet padded softly down the hallway, peering at the young man asleep in his chair at the controls. Leaving him in peace, she glanced at Zereth's door briefly before continuing onwards. Sounds emerged from the door to the galley, the source of which proved to be him. Asha tapped on the doorframe as she entered, not wishing to startle him. She leveraged herself up to sit on an empty stretch of counter, and tried to find her voice.

"Sleep well?" she asked, her voice emerging a bit softer than she'd intended. But at least it had worked, and hadn't left her staring at him silently.