Naggar Residence, New Thessalonica, Planet Yuma, Coronado
She was still a mess. The whole story dug up memories that she long wanted to forget that she purposely buried. She wasn't one to harbor secrets and she wanted him to know everything. It was only fair. For a few moments that seemed like an eternity, she could only wonder if she would shame him into leaving her cold or accept her for who she was.
"You're wrong!" concerned her and "You are a fighter" confused her, not that she showed it. But then, praise. "You are a soldier. Your weapons are just different. Instead of guns and tactical skills, you use medical equipment and knowledge of the human body. Your enemy, instead of people, is death itself."
She never gave that line of thinking so much as a moment's thought. In a way, it made some sense. She was still crying, trying to pull herself together when she felt his hand under her chin so that he could look into her eyes.
"And everything you've told me now... It must've taken great strength to go through it all... and enormous courage to admit it all now."
She forced a smile of her own to meet his. Her face was soaked and gentle shudders in her body were felt as she continued pulling herself together.
"That's what makes a warrior ... one that I'm happy to admit I've fallen in love with as well."
This did it for her. She just fell on him, her head landing on his left shoulder while her arms gently surrounded him. Needing to reach up, it exposed the skin where her shirt was untucked but she didn't care. She was holding him and it felt wonderful.