In the early morning hours, the Wildflower watched. He observed each of them in their quiet moments, a silent guardian drifting through their thoughts and feelings as they lay scattered across his decks.

He watched Magnolia, her lilac hair splayed across In-Su's chest, one arm draped over him as she slept. In-Su’s fingers traced absent shapes along her shoulder, his gaze distant and thoughtful, yet comforted by her warmth. The Wildflower felt their bond, a steady pulse that echoed in the stillness.

He watched Hanjoon in the armory, pacing, deep in thought, surrounded by the weapons and supplies he'd so carefully gathered. Hanjoon was always the vigilant one, steadfast in his preparations, each piece of equipment a promise of protection. Wildflower could sense the gravity of his unspoken worries, the weight of secrets he carried alone.

And he watched Han and Lee curled together, their quiet breaths mingling as they slept. The Wildflower felt a peaceful rhythm in them, a harmony that eased the ship's own endless hum, making him feel, if only for a moment, that he was at rest with them.

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And as he watched, he changed.

Down in hydroponics, plants shifted aside as new shapes took form—an area of lush grass penned off by low barriers, with three small barns and two tiny coops for chickens. Space expanded subtly, enough to create a new habitat among the stars, as he prepared to house their strange collection of animals.

In Magnolia’s quarters, a new door appeared along one wall, modest shelves for storage lining the entryway. Behind it, a small, utilitarian room grew, designed with just enough space for the supplies she'd soon manage. Further in, a second room blossomed, simple and spare, holding enough beds to house unexpected guests, should they ever need the space.

And in the quiet of the ship's core, he extended his reach beyond, placing orders in Magnolia’s name, others in Hanjoon’s. More supplies, more rations, more of the raw material he used for self-repair, more of what his crew might need for the journey ahead, ensuring no request would go unheeded. He couldn’t tell them where they were going, but he could ensure they were ready—ready for whatever might come.