[The second spine settles firmly against her first, the hard metal sitting against her soft skin like scales, she is unafraid, she is serene, she is amazed by herself, that she managed to get them this far, that she managed to get here without being insane, that they can drift, that they haven't lost the ability, that they're still compatible. For a moment there she was worried. That Mira would outrun her, even linked as they ought to be, that this one last thing would keep her out of Mal's reach for good.]
[Though she doesn't want to pin her down, keep her. Far from it. She wants to hold her loosely, let her fly. But not too far away. Not so far that Mal can't see.]
[From behind her helmet there is a fierce grin as the drift engages. She grins - she grins - she grins - and then she laughs, a white-loud uproarious sound, as they connect.]
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[Though she doesn't want to pin her down, keep her. Far from it. She wants to hold her loosely, let her fly. But not too far away. Not so far that Mal can't see.]
[From behind her helmet there is a fierce grin as the drift engages. She grins - she grins - she grins - and then she laughs, a white-loud uproarious sound, as they connect.]
[Perfectly.]
[She knew it would be perfect.]