[She thinks of Jean, the strange consuming mistletoe kiss. Please, don't hurt me.]
It occurs to me, now. To try saying it.
I think he's more worried I wouldn't than I am.
[In this, she knows what she wants. Cambridge is authoritative but not overwhelming, not alluring in the way she is weak to.]
If Mal turns my DI back on, I could probably shut down his instruments in the middle, if I wanted. Would it. Would it make you feel better if I asked?
[She has left her DI deliberately dead; the Gods forbade her to turn it off again, and it's not compatible with the comms here anyway, she doesn't think. But it's a useful thing, without them. And she is...learning, awkwardly, to consider the feelings of others.]
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[She thinks of Jean, the strange consuming mistletoe kiss. Please, don't hurt me.]
It occurs to me, now. To try saying it.
I think he's more worried I wouldn't than I am.
[In this, she knows what she wants. Cambridge is authoritative but not overwhelming, not alluring in the way she is weak to.]
If Mal turns my DI back on, I could probably shut down his instruments in the middle, if I wanted. Would it. Would it make you feel better if I asked?
[She has left her DI deliberately dead; the Gods forbade her to turn it off again, and it's not compatible with the comms here anyway, she doesn't think. But it's a useful thing, without them. And she is...learning, awkwardly, to consider the feelings of others.]