[ Home. It's a concept she hasn't felt - hasn't let herself feel - in what seems like lifetimes. Even after over a year of living on this ship, it's just another place to lay her head. Just like the others.
Even if she has found herself sinking into the comfort of his room with him lately, despite herself.
She gives him a curious look at the hesitation in his gaze, processing his question a moment before she stifles a smile. ]
Really? [ That smile threatens to crack, her fingertips toying through his hair a moment. ] Does she still make that peach cobbler?
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Even if she has found herself sinking into the comfort of his room with him lately, despite herself.
She gives him a curious look at the hesitation in his gaze, processing his question a moment before she stifles a smile. ]
Really? [ That smile threatens to crack, her fingertips toying through his hair a moment. ] Does she still make that peach cobbler?