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When Scout had been Bo Tajaki’s personal guest on his starship, she had been given her own room with a walled-in garden, the bedroom and living room both full of light from the artificial sun, the kitchen stocked with delicious food, and the bathroom equipped with the most wondrous shower she had ever had the pleasure of cleaning up in.
On Schneeheim, she had been given a cabin of her own, small but snug against the cold wind. The bed had been a mountain of warmth, layer after layer of soft blankets for her and the dogs to nest in.
She had gotten to spend exactly one night in each of those places. But this place, this cold, damp space with barely enough room for the bed on the floor and the table and two chairs beside it—this place she had been sleeping in for weeks now.
But she didn
