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The door, thankfully, opens on the quarters that they're sharing at the moment. Rial glances out of the corner of his eye at the guards, still supporting Plourr.

To her, "Almost almost there, mmkay?"

To the guards, "Mind opening the door?"

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"I don't get sick," he informs her. "Ever."

There's a pause, and he glances away.

"Yeah."

Plourr isn't a superstitious woman, but even she shoots him a slightly horrified look at that. She nearly says 'I can't believe you just said that,' but then he's looking away and -- yeah.

She, too, is silent. She doesn't want him to know the chaos, doesn't want him to know what it's like when people are dying all around you. She wants to protect him, which is illogical and irrational; he's a grown man and he's strong, he's perfectly capable of protecting himself -- but the fierce protectiveness is still there.

She says, "You're cold; you should dry off." She steps back. "And bring at least a blaster next time." So she doesn't have to sit and wait and worry. So she doesn't have to suffer those three days all over again, but for good. She leans in and presses a sweet kiss to his neck again, and then she pads back out into the bedroom.

Rial glances over at her. There's a crooked smile, "Yes ma'am," and he sets to drying himself off and changing.

When he's done, he comes back out into the bedchamber, and perches on the side of the bed.

"Hurry up and get better. I want to kiss you properly."

She glances up from where she's curled up with the datapad, hair falling into her eyes again. She raises her eyebrows in amusement. "What's properly?"

"On the lips," he explains, "and then pretty much everywhere."

:D?

A slow grin. "That sounds nice."

"So."

He taps her nose.

"Be good."

"Hey." She gestures vaguely at the bed. "Look where I am right now."

It has nothing to do with the fact that he was right and she can't move very far very fast.

Really.

"Because I put you there."

Hah.

She tosses her stylus at him. "You were gone for hours. I easily could have gone and sat--" A pause for coughing, and then she goes on as if nothing happened. "--In the other room."

"Yes, but did you?"

He's curious.

"No." That's the point.

He pats her on the head.

"Good for you."

Baleful, baleful stare.

Innocent, innocent Rial.

She already threw her stylus. She doesn't want to throw her datapad.

So he just gets punched in the arm, instead.

"Ow!"

D:

She rolls her eyes. "Quit being a baby. I didn't even hit you that hard."

"Did so."

D:!!!

His indignation is met with a flat look. "No, I didn't." And then her eyes return to her datapad.

Though her foot might just make contact with his hip and lightly shove.

Rial pouts for a moment longer.

Then smiles, pecks her lightly on the cheek, and gets up.

"I've got to go back to work, okay?"

"Okay," she says, and she sniffles perfectly serenely because she knows that she stole a datacard with half the workload from his 'pad, and he doesn't.

She glances up, at him. "Do you want to take a break in an hour? I think I could eat something simple."

He's probably going to laugh when he finds out.

Or facepalm.

"Sure, sounds good" A pause, and then, "Mind if I work in here?"

Her slow, honest smile is probably a good indication that she'd been hoping to hear that. "As long as you don't mind the germs."

"Of course I don't."

He gets up, stretching, and wanders into the main room to retrieve his datapad and stylus. Comes back in and perches on the edge of the bed.

A pause and then, "I love you, you know. No matter what. Even if you snore."