The trip goes on. (Linya, perfect genetic paragon that she is, does not suffer from one bit of jump-sickness, but no one has figured out how to engineer jump-pilot potential; she does not have it.) The prolonged morning kisses are a continuing thing; she starts eating midnight snacks so she doesn't wake up distractingly peckish. She lets her husband braid her hair every morning - she'd let him rebraid it for sleeping in before she went to bed too if only he didn't go to sleep four hours before her. The midpoint of the trip appears without fanfare.