She was months and miles beyond measure from anyplace she could call home, in the company of alleged thieves by her own hand. She’d been warned, Zarah had been positively gleeful in her promises of the dangers of the world outside the civilized systems, describing the starvation and random violence of the outer worlds with near-delight, assuring Inarra, even as she packed, that her belonging would be redistributed within a year to parlor-house whores and pawn shops, stolen by the unruly fugitives from commerce that she’d signed on with. Mal insinuated over her contacts, and Kalylee cooed over her closet, but no one on the ship had touched her
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You know it happened. I think you know how much I love the grey areas and Inara is very very grey.
You win!
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