I think i want to rewrite the fic i did with Nahcurii and Misraaks.
Some self-indulgent fanfiction about how she fled House of Salvation to House of Light and the moment her eyes met Misraaks' the two were connected on a deep level.
I have this scene in my head where she's just gotten on the main ketch and she's reading the poor vandal on duty in the hanger the riot act because she's been "conducting management of House medical resources for hundreds of years for three different houses and this..? This right here? Is the sorriest intake procedure I've ever seen! Do you even have beds ready for the wounded? Do you have ether? Where is your Kell's second-in-command? What do you mean it's your scribe! Fine! Where is she? Where is your Kell? Where is anyone? We have bloody wounded here and your the only person they sent?"
Then she notices the others looking over her shoulder and she would pale if she weren't already snow colored and she's just like, "the Kell is behind me, isn't he."
And he, in his deep, wonderful voice is just like, "Yes. I take it you're the Master Healer?"
And she turns, and everyone is holding their breath, or snickering, but then her eyes meet his and the two just.... know each other.
Fast-forward to the end of this season when Misraaks dies and she is just beside his body utterly broken, because she thought she could take his death. She could make it after burying the third love of her life, this one literally her other half, and she is crumpled and refusing ether as she realizes... no, she can't. Not again.