[ She levels him with a pointed look, because she knows he's as guilty as she is about hiding the extent of an injury (she just happens to have a different sort of resiliency and tolerance that means she hides far worse injuries).
But that crooked smile on his face settles her, warms something in her chest that she doesn't expect.
(Because she likes that smile, that one in particular.
Foolish, she thinks.
But she still likes it.)
There's a small tug of her own lips in response, ever so subtle but there, and she offers a nod of acknowledgement. ]
You are welcome.
[ She glances over at the bulkhead to try and hide a bit of the warmth in her eyes, even as she adds, ]
After all, it would have been a shame if you died before you could ask me to dance again.
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[ She levels him with a pointed look, because she knows he's as guilty as she is about hiding the extent of an injury (she just happens to have a different sort of resiliency and tolerance that means she hides far worse injuries).
But that crooked smile on his face settles her, warms something in her chest that she doesn't expect.
(Because she likes that smile, that one in particular.
Foolish, she thinks.
But she still likes it.)
There's a small tug of her own lips in response, ever so subtle but there, and she offers a nod of acknowledgement. ]
You are welcome.
[ She glances over at the bulkhead to try and hide a bit of the warmth in her eyes, even as she adds, ]
After all, it would have been a shame if you died before you could ask me to dance again.