[ Distantly, Gamora hears Peter telling Kraglin to turn the ship around, that he leaves out the details (good, because she's fine, nothing is wrong, and whatever it is will resolve itself, it's fine), and if she had the presence of mind for it, she'd be grateful.
As it is, one of her hands keeps flexing her fingers, the other pressing momentarily against her eyes. ]
—Fine.
[ Ground out through grit teeth, and she swallows around the tightening in her throat. She forces her breathing to slow, careful about the way she curls and uncurls her fingers, and then she looks back up at Peter. Her eyes are glassier, her pupils dilated, but she sets her jaw with that determination to overrule the overwhelming heat. ]
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As it is, one of her hands keeps flexing her fingers, the other pressing momentarily against her eyes. ]
—Fine.
[ Ground out through grit teeth, and she swallows around the tightening in her throat. She forces her breathing to slow, careful about the way she curls and uncurls her fingers, and then she looks back up at Peter. Her eyes are glassier, her pupils dilated, but she sets her jaw with that determination to overrule the overwhelming heat. ]
... How soon until we return?