It’s been, safe to say, nearly half a month since the Archon’s defeat. Kett activities in nearly all areas has dropped to almost nothing, aside from a few groups or scouts here and there that saw fit to attack folks.
But because of that, Sara had been out for nearly the entire duration of said half month. Pathfinding, and looking out for settlements. Not only that, a few of the more devious exiles had been stirring up trouble. They had to be handled as well.
However, now, they were returning to the Nexus to refuel and give the Tempest crew a break.
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When the Tempest had landed and docked, SAM spoke to Sara through their private link.
“Ryder, Militia Leader Kandros has been looking up and submitting a few peculiar forms and applications.”
“I’m not going to bankrupt you, Sara.” He gave her a playful, deadpanned look. “What I’m feeling in the mood for is probably pretty expensive by now. Some kind of fish from Palaven, I can’t remember the name of it. But it’s a bland, dark brown looking thing, with a face more squished than your Earth pugs. It’s an ugly thing, this fish.” He mused with a snort. He broke off into silence, and his own thoughts for a few seconds.
When he spoke again, he began rambling before he was able to stop.
“But when it’s seared just right, with a little bit of garlic mayo - and before you ask, yes, human food - it’s so creamy and it’s taste is unlike anything else. It’s the best. My mother used to make it for me when I had a bad day. When I was just barely out of the cowl, I mean.”
Having caught himself in his triade, he coughed awkwardly, and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. “..sorry about that.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s adorable when you go on like that.” Sara smiled wide and blushed faintly. “I might not be able to get that fish, but I can get another.”
The tram came to a slow halt and the doors opened, and with that Sara lead the way to Kandros’ apartment. She held his hand the whole way, thinking about the ways to get to the elephant in the room. Yes, she’d talk to him about it after helping him relax.
They came to his door and she smiled, using her omnitool to unlock it. “You know, if people knew you gave me the metaphorical key to your apartment, they’d be asking if the wedding is scheduled yet.”
The noise he made in response to that jab almost sounded like he choked on something.
He cleared his throat, and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to avoid the acknowledgement of his steadily growing blush.
“I guess so, though I don’t see what’s so odd about letting your significant other be able to get into your apartment.”
As soon as he was able, he plopped down on the couch, and pulled her down into his lap. His face is quickly tucked in the crook of her neck. Now, he could relax. Now, he was comfortable.
Sara gladly sat in his lap, straddling his lap and tilting her head up to give him more room to hide himself into her neck. Her hands moved to his fringe, petting and caressing Kandros there. She would sit there, gladly, as long as the Turian needed of her; just as how she needed him.
The Pathfinder spoke softly. “Tiran, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m not . . . around.” She tilted her head ever so to kiss at his brow plate, breathing in and out before continuing. “And don’t tell me ‘You are around enough’, that I ‘Shouldn’t be sorry’. I know I’m not . . . and it’s why I’m very happy you are looking into getting yourself a service animal.”
Sara leaned into Kandros more, wrapping her arms about his neck and over his shoulders. “I just . . . wish I had known before now, so I could’ve help. If I was around more . . . did you . . . want to do it alone?”