A quiet sigh of relief could be heard from from Caimlyn. "Thank you for the news, Katerina Nikalaevna. I do not know what I would have done if you had found out differently."
She smiled and reached out to touch his arm. "But you don't need to think about that. She is fine, and she will stay that way." She was acting very uncharacteristically tonight.
The feeling of euphoria encouraged Caimlyn. "May I ask you another question?"
"Certainly." If she was oing to act strangely, she might as well do it right.
It was clear that the young ensign was nervous. "What do you have planned for when we arrive at Spacedock?"
"Not much," she said, wondering vaguely if this was how normal people acted. She was a little uncomfortable, since it was so unfamiliar to her, but she also liked it. "I have a little time off so I was just going to go back home for a few days. No plans other than that."
"Would you like to grab a bite to eat?"
She cocked her head, a quirked smile on her lips. "Yes. Yes, I would."
(resp?)
"Do you know a good place?" she asked. No one other than her neighbor Pavel had ever asked her to dine with them, other than working dinners.
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"He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is
only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish;
no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he
has put a knife in the heart of wonder."
--Qanuc proverb, "The Dragonbone Chair" by Tad Williams
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