"All will be well."
She, too, has plans. And they both know the work will further each other's ends.
"In time. For now... I'm happy you could spare a moment. The caf is sweeter for it."
Not so much as a glimmer of emotion across his features. As expected.
He has a plan-but he is waiting for the right opportunity to implement it.
"Would that I could do more. Alas, where I go, few should follow."
"Anything you ask. Though an order might be necessary to extricate me from the capital," she says softly.
Her eyes drift toward her closed door for a moment, safely in her quarters.
"I've been... granted more protection. From Vader."
"Nor am I. But I was gifted some from a grateful Outer Rim distributor... it's been a saving grace the last few days."
Amid the interruptions.
"Your expression settles it. You'll have some by next week."
"Perhaps I ought to send along a few tins for you in the next shipment," she muses. "This blend from Cularin is quite rich."
A softer gaze at the holo of him before her.
"Something to better fortify your morning."
"Far from it. But it will do. Shipboard coffee is... questionable, at best, but it accomplishes its purpose."
Swirling the caf in his mug. Enough cream and sugar makes even the worst coffee palatable.
He wakes not long after, but gives her time to do whatever it is she is doing out there.
He steps out some 45 minutes later, freshly washed and well rested.
Up and in the kitchen before @ExiledChiss wakes this morning, quietly focused and, for once, calm as she enjoys the rare chance to make something sweet.
They both know that isn’t true, but it warms his heart to hear her say it all the same. He drapes the sheets over them, settles her against him
and r e l a x e s.
“I wish you wouldn’t. Life would be easy. I would be content.”
Dinner, questions, Everything can happen later.
Dressed more comfortably in a soft shift, hair finally let down, Reine wastes no time in joining Thrawn.
Settling with him, Truly resting, her mind finally slows, and her body melts into a rare ease.
"I may never let you up."
It doesn't take him long to clean up-he hadn't gotten far in setting up dinner, anyways.
He settles immediately in the bed, holding open the sheets for her so she can climb in.
How well he knows her.
She offers no explanation for why - she's certain those stories will come tumbling out as they catch up.
All she does is turn her head softly, pressing a soft kiss to the heel of his palm, before reluctantly moving from him toward the bedroom to change.