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life's blood

They're not near Cardassian Union space.

But then, they're not near Federation space either. This ship has as much right to be in this system as they do.

It makes Isabella nervous, anyway, and she's just about to suggest leaving and coming back another time, when the Prometheus is hailed.

They're armed. She can't warp inside a solar system.

She answers the hail.

"Hello, Federation vessel," says one of the three visible Cardassians in bad but intelligible English. "What're you doing out here alone?"

Isabella swallows. "This is the deep space survey vessel Prometheus," she begins.

The computer lets her know that they're charging weapons.

"We have no hostile intention," she says.

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Snuggle. Sigh.

Sniffle. Snuggle.

Isabella's not really crying anymore. She wasn't having emotions during the worst of the ordeal; there isn't that much to work through.

Her hand meanders faceward.

Lalita smiles and nuzzles his face into her hand.

She takes that as permission; they've somewhat streamlined the process of asking in recent months.

Reach -

He loves her so much. It hurts to, right now, but he accepts that; he would rather it hurt right now than otherwise. It makes more sense this way.

Isabella kisses him, gently, just a little.

That hurts, too. But in a good way.

She doesn't want to hurt him. She wants him to feel better. Pet pet hug.

He could probably guess that she doesn't want to hurt him, if he thought about it. He isn't thinking about it. He isn't thinking about much. Love, and snuggles, and love.

He can have all the snuggles he wants.

Good.

He wants lots of snuggles.

Then they will be here for a while, Isabella maintaining direct skin contact so she can peer gently into his mind and occasionally send little bursts of psychic affection.

That's painful/nice, too. He just wants to wrap himself up in it and feel things.

Snuggles, telepathy, feelings!

Yes. Those things.

He is intensely relieved that she is having emotions now. It was very uncomfortable for him when she wasn't, and not in a nice way at all.

"I almost never suppress," Isabella says.

"That's a relief," he murmurs.

"I got very good at it very young in spite of spending little of my time among anyone who taught or enforced it. But it disturbed Renée, and Chalek made a point of telling me it was not necessary, and I decided I preferred not to outside of situations where emotional reactions would be particularly unhelpful."

He snuggles her and kisses her cheek.

Kisses.

Snuggle-kisses!

(A moment of wistfulness directed at Kelvok.)

That's all it is, there and then gone.

Isabella will leave it be.

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