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[ 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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