Thorne's eyesight was coming back.

Every morning, Cress insisted on putting in the eyedrops herself.

Thorne felt his arm being shaken. He rolled over to the other side of the bed.

"Captain. Captain! Wake up!"

There was only one person on the ship who called him Captain.

He grunted and cracked open an eyelid.

Cress beamed at him.

"Last day using the eyedrops," she sang, opening up the curtains to let streams of light flood the room.

Thorne was not looking forward to the eyedrops. They made his eyes watery and itchy.

"Cress?" He mumbled groggily.

"Yes, Captain?"

"I think I can see."

"You think?"

"Yeah. I see a room, light, and a pretty girl."

Cress's cheeks grew pink.

"Yeah? Well, I see a man desperately in need of a good haircut." She smiled teasingly.

Thorne fumbled around for a mirror and gazed at his reflection.

"Oh, stars." He muttered. "You're right."

Cress shook her head.

"I was joking. You look great."

She turned a violent shade of pink.

"Come here." He patted the spot next to him on the bed.

She obliged, blue eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed.

He kissed her cheek.

"Go make Cinder make me breakfast."