Aurelia gnawed idly on one of her nutrient crackers, absorbing the energy she had just spent on Tatin, gradually returning herself to peak performance. As she sat in a lotus position on the table in what might be jokingly referred to as the common area, her whole body rippled as she moved through her particular motions, flexing each and every muscle, pressurizing each and every blood vessel, tensing every follicle. The quick and dirty healing she had applied to Tatin had been annoyingly tiring, and as they approached the planet, she required her equilibrium to be restored. It was an ancient ritual now for her, one steeped in a nearly religious sense of need, importance, and regiment.<br/><br/>She was always aware of herself, both her position and her status, but it was during these sessions that she was absolutely in tune with herself to the exclusion of all else. While a normal human would be forced to cease by reflex, in these times Aurelia could effortless kill herself in any number of ways requiring no external source. She was her body's master, and it no longer had any say in its function. There had never been an opportunity to test, but Aurelia had often wondered if her body could support itself without her deliberate control for an extended period of time. Precautions had been taken, but she considered it a possibility that she had made far too many changes for instinctual function to remain.<br/><br/>She continued her ritual, a bit more vigorously than usual today, as she knew not what to expect from their destination, and awaited Sera.