Octavia remained pretty eager to get home, ready to try and work out some remaining restlessness with long trips to the preserve. But she had also settled down a lot since they'd managed to clear the air a little. And that was in no small part due to getting Duke to understand that instead of avoiding touching entirely they should do it on purpose, just safely.
She'd already made reverent little rituals of adoration out of it. Making the most of what little she could get, mapping out the familiar shapes of him through whatever fabric that happened to be in between.
It wasn't perfect, but it was something.
But yes, getting back to Fandom seemed like something that would also do her good. As she waited to get there, she was just... wandering around. "A feast?" she guessed, entering the galley area.
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Date: 12 May 2024 17:39 (UTC)She'd already made reverent little rituals of adoration out of it. Making the most of what little she could get, mapping out the familiar shapes of him through whatever fabric that happened to be in between.
It wasn't perfect, but it was something.
But yes, getting back to Fandom seemed like something that would also do her good. As she waited to get there, she was just... wandering around. "A feast?" she guessed, entering the galley area.