The woman listened intently as Doc talked about himself, admiring his compassion and desire to help the universe, but she couldn't help but frown at his mention of shortcomings. As a Corsair, she was familiar with the concept of death, but she could only barely imagine the horrors of having human lives placed solely on one's hands, to be accountable for their continued existence. But perhaps, it was worse in his case. The knowledge that, despite all his skill and expertise, there were those he still couldn't save. And that would be something she could never, nor desire to, fathom.
She looked at Doc's eyes as he sighed. She knew that look all too well... the look of regret. The wish that he could've done more for his patients, to have saved them when he couldn't. She wanted to reach out, to place a consoling hand on his shoulder, but something inside told her it would just make matters worse, so she stopped herself from doing so.
On the mention of his amigo, she had mixed feelings about this Matok's predicament. On one hand, she felt a little disgusted how something as petty as old age would put a Corsair out of a warrior's life. On the other, she didn't have the right to judge him so harshly. She wasn't of advanced age, so she could only imagine what Matok's seen and experienced. Perhaps enough to warrant retirement after all. She took another sip of her Black Grog, hoping the drink would burn away her disgust.
Putting the tankard down, when she lifted her head to look back at Doc, that's when she noticed him staring blankly at her. It felt strange she wasn't unnerved by this. In fact, she began to admire Doc's heavy, relaxed eyes, and that charming, gentlemanly smile of his. She wasn't sure if it was the drink, or if he really was starting to growing on her. Meh, she was getting too drunk to care.
... Wait, what? Did he just say he felt relaxed around her? "Ah... S-Senor... That... You don't have to apologize, Senor Holliday. Actually, that... it was nice of you to say you're relaxed."
She poured Doc another shot as she continued, "People normally feel uneasy around me when I mention I was once a Corsair. So hearing something like that from a gentleman like you, that's... well... it doesn't happen everyday, I can tell you that." But why was she feeling all flustered about it? Why were her cheeks burning from that statement? Feh, another sip could do her nerves some good, so she thought... Ahhh, that sure did kill those gringo nerves of hers.
She looked over Doc's shoulder, back to the glowing hearth behind him. She sighed, smiling warmly as she let the dancing flames take her through another universe as she said, "You know... Some days, I wonder if I should give up being a Corsair... start a new life... have myself a lovely family... to live a happy, fulfilling life.
"... But..." She closed her eyes as she whispered half to herself, "How could such a life be fulfilling if, in doing so, I'd be breaking my promise to earn my familia's honor back?"
She opened her eyes again, and the first things she saw were the hearth's reflection in Doc's gentle eyes, the fires dancing round those windows to his soul. Those windows that, the more she stared straight into them, the more they seemed to take her breath away.
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