"Just… next time you two decide to 'wash up' before a war meeting, try not to leave obvious evidence all over your neck. Some of the elders are old-fashioned. They'll throw a fit if they think the outsider is already claiming tribe girls left and right."
Sol gave a casual shrug.
"Let them throw a fit. I've got bigger things to worry about than gossip."
Kira looked at him for another beat, then sighed again… this time softer.
"Yeah… you do." Saying this she just silently look obsessively at his face.
Sol also stared down at her, the cold, calculating mindset completely melting away for a moment. He was genuinely touched by her raw thoughtfulness, by the sheer, unselfish depth of her care for him in the face of absolute destruction.
