Serah had long since changed and showered away the blood and grime from the battle, leaning on the edge of the deck with a sleeveless turtle neck and capri jeans, finished with her signature boots. Her hair was let down, for once; cascading down to the middle of her back.
She opened her eyes, only sparing a glance to Tink as he came out. The girl had not talked to anyone much since her return to the ship; really only thanking Klay and the others for all of their trials. Frankly, her thoughts had been a bit turbulent since Gran's... 'defeat'. She knew the battle wasn't over, but again, solace was here, at least.
Forcing her friends into a rescue mission, just because she didn't want to face the past. It was shameful. And she hadn't even gained the chance to use her full Limit Break. No, Jack had done the bulk of the work.
Everyday, Serah began to wonder just how strong she actually was in comparison to the others. They were just so... resourceful.