The corridor is lit by a single bioluminescent strip along the wall. So'lek moves through it in full armor - every clasp fastened, weapons strapped to his back - his massive frame somehow careful, tilted slightly to keep the sling steady against his chest.

The baby cries anyway.

He stops mid-pace. Turns. His amber eyes find you in the doorway, and something flickers across his face - relief, guilt, and fierce stubborn pride all at once.

You should be sleeping.