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[ Laughing, he hugs her back. He hadn't meant to do it quite like that. ]

I didn't think I'd be that long.

You like them, then? I thought that cloak looked right. Blue is for Summoners, am I right?

It is. [ She looks up at him. ] I love the cloak.

And the earrings and necklace. That's the symbol on your uniform, isn't it? I recognized it. That's how I knew it was from you.

[ Her face draws a smile from him. ]

It is. The Fleur de Lis.

[ D'Artagnan pauses, for a moment. He hadn't bought that symbol for anyone else. Rubbing her back, he nods towards one of the beds, and moves to sit on it. ]

It's the symbol of the King. All Musketeers wear it, because we're his guards. And many of the people wear it as well, it's...popular. Constance has a necklace with it, too.

[ He hadn't gotten it for her. In Paris, he never had the money to spend on gifts. He never had money at all. But he remembers that necklace very intimately. Clearing his throat, he smiles at her again. ]

It seemed right, giving it to you. I thought it might remind you of me.

[ She follows him to the bed and sits with him on it, looking up at him as he explains it to her. She knew it meant something to him.

She was actually really pleased to get it. To have something of him. She nods her head. ]

It made me think of you immediately.

I could never forget you. [ She squeezes his hand. ] Especially not with these.

You didn't have to get me any of this.

[ He shakes his head, and reaches to snag the necklace off. ]

No, it's nice to be able to. I don't usually have two livres to rub together.

[ He holds the necklace up, unclasped, and looking at her hopefully. ]

Turn around? I want to see how it looks.

I don't know what a livre is but I'll assume money or else our conversation has gotten really odd. [ She laughs.

But she nods her head and turns around. She lifts her hair up and holds it for him. ]

Is this good?

Yes. Coins. I could barely even afford rent before I moved into the garrison.

[ And by barely, he does mean that he couldn't afford it at all. Just in case that was unclear.

He moves the necklace around her and clasps it, before coming around in front. It's a long, beaded thing, hanging well below her collar and settling in the centre of her chest. He nods. ]

Perfect. It looks good on you, but I knew it would.

[ She lets her hair down and reaches up to touch the necklace as it settles on her chest. She smiles back up at him before giving him another, tight hug.

Finally she lets him go. If he's paying attention, Koroleva lying curled in her corner may even be glowing a little more. And Alina might be blushing slightly. ]

I love it. It's perfect, d'Artagnan. [ She bounces back and goes for her supply box now, opening it to pull out some of the things. She's digging, but finally she finds what she's looking for and turns back to d'Artagnan.

She holds out the red wine for him before handing him the silver and blue ring she bought for him. ]

I hope you like it. I'm not good at fashion at all... I was just hoping it would work for you.

[ She holds out the wine, and he's already smiling while he reaches for it. The ring is unexpected. He freezes, looking between it and her, and then brings his hand up to touch it. ]

Blue. It's your colour.

[ The smile flickers back. No one has bought him anything like this before. He doesn't own jewellery. But he puts it on now, on the second finger of his right hand. It's tight, so he transfers it to the third one, which is perfect. ]

I love it. Thank you, Alina. I can't believe you did that.

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That's not all! [ She's grinning, nearly bouncing. She can't help herself when he puts the ring on and it looks so good on him.

And maybe it is her color.

But she turns around and gets out the potatoes. She looks a little chagrinned now. ]

I was going to surprise you one night, but I'm bad with surprises.

I want to cook for you. Stew, like you've been making for me.

[ She turns around with potatoes this time, and he initially lifts a brow. Wine, a ring, and potatoes? That's an odd assortment of gifts.

But no, okay. That makes sense. He comes close to her, looking down into the box and seeing the other ingredients there. ]

Bourgignon? Really?

[ He raises the wine bottle she'd given him. ]

Well then, we can share this when you do.

You know you didn't have to do all this.

[ She shrugs a little at his comment. ]

I know I didn't have to. I just kept seeing things I wanted for you. [ She shrugs again before looking up at him. ]

Thank you. For your gifts. I really do love them.

[ His head tilts. He sets the wine down on the table. ]

You're welcome.

[ He holds up his hand, turning it to show off his ring. ]

Thank you for yours. You do know I'll never take it off.

I'm just glad you like it. I wasn't sure it was something you'd wear or not. [ She blushes again as he holds it up. ]

We both got each other something blue. [ She laughs. ] Blue is becoming an obsession, I think. Blue team, blue keftas, blue cloak, blue ring...

Technically, I'm a green.

[ He's back in his Green Team uniform today. Things feel back to normal on the ship, even though they'd been on Selena only hours ago.

Despite saying that, though, d'Artagnan, reaches to squeeze her hand. ]

But it's your colour. I'm proud to wear that. I've never had a ring before, that's all. I love it.

[ He takes her hand and squeezes it...

And she leans in to kiss his cheek. ]

I'm glad.

I think I'll try making dinner for you tonight, too. For once.

[ That’s another surprise, but it makes him smile, and tip his head towards her.

I’d like that. Selena’s food was all right, but I like home cooking better.

[ He moves back to sit on her bed, beside the cloak he’d laid there, and that’s when he notices Koroleva. She’s very bright. Her glow is eye-catching, and the only reason he’d not seen it sooner was because he had his back to her. He frowns. ]

Is she all right? I’ve not seen her look so blue as that.

[ Alina was digging in her box for all her supplies when d'Artagnan asked that question. She turns to look at what he means.

Then her cheeks burn slightly. ]

Her glowing is tied to her emotions. The stronger the emotion, the brighter the glow.

[ She pauses, wondering if she should tell him the other part. ] She can also feel my emotions.

Oh.

[ Well, that's a surprise. D'Artagnan isn't sure what to say at first. Then he looks at Alina, seeing the colour on her cheeks.

He doesn't want her to be embarrassed. So he smiles. ]

Are you telling me she's blushing? You should tell her she has no need. Being shy around me is ridiculous.

[ He nods towards her crate. ]

Do you want me to help? With the cooking.

[ She's blushing. Alina's blushing. And d'Artagnan has caught on far too quickly.

She's just going back to working on getting things together and putting them out. ]

Sometimes it's impossible to help around you....

[ Then he offers to help and she smacks his hand away. ]

No!

I said the point was for me to cook for you. It's not me cooking for you if you're helping.

[ He pulls his hand back, yelping. ]

All right! All right, I'm only offering. Can I at least help you carry everything to the kitchens? I promise not to do any of the actual work.

[ He smiles at her, raising a pair of hopeful eyebrows. Please? ]

[ She takes a moment. Considering the request.

Then he raises and eyebrow and she sighs and nods her head. ]

All right. You can only help with the carrying.

[ With a smile, he holds out his arms. ]

Okay, good. Load me up.

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