One sleepless night, Lucky returned to the observatory where Solenya mapped the skies.
There were new stars now.
One named Ember.
One named Marla, though she protested.
One for every fallen warrior, every brave act, every second chance.
Solenya handed Lucky a silver pen.
"Name one."
Lucky stared at the blank patch of sky, then slowly inscribed a single dot.
"This one's for everyone who will never know we fought for them."
And in the silence that followed, she knew that was enough.