"I know!" Elara snapped, slamming her fist onto the armrest. The vibration sent a shock through her wrist. "I know the stakes, Kael. I’m trying to focus."
He was right. She was looking at the vector lines, but her mind was a storm of static. The low oxygen was making her head swim, feeding the fear that gnawed at the edges of her logic. Focus, she told herself. Just focus. But the word felt slippery, hard to hold onto. focccus
The silence on the bridge of the Aethelgard was not the silence of peace; it was the silence of a held breath. "I know
"You did good," he said simply.