Skeith smiled at the sudden contact, holding the older woman close for a moment, enjoying the embrace. It hadn't been very long, but being apart from her crew in that hell felt like an eternity. "Thanks Renne. That means a lot to me." She said quietly in a gentle tone before slowly pulling away from her. "I'd better go tell Vraay to get some rest, but first, I've got to get some real clothes on." She said with a small laugh before hoping down from the table. "You should think about getting some rest too. We won't be in this safe zone for very long and I'll need everyone to be prepared for the worst."<br/><br/>Skeith hardened her exterior as she prepared to leave the infirmary, no matter how weak she felt or how tired she was, she couldn't allow herself to show any kind of weakness to the crew. Cracking her neck a couple of times she exhaled sharply before leaving the infirmary with her head held high, walking down the hall toward her quarters where she could find her usual attire.