[Mal-Inara] Uh. Hi there, Dragon*Con.

[bad_in_latin]

It's been a long few weeks. Between their latest job (donkeys. Rutting Donkeys. Never again with the farm animals, Mal swears it) and Inara feeling under the weather lately, Mal's taken to catching sleep where and when he can

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[ff_ambassador]

Inara had been trying to nap herself, but the pressure on her chest has been keeping her awake. She's been laying in bed, thinking. Simon had stopped by earlier to check on her, and they'd talked for a long time. He'd gently suggested that it might be time to talk to Mal.

She lays there for another few minutes, still wrestling the idea in her head. Finally, she gets up and slowly makes her way out and down to the engine room, an educated guess leading her feet to the engine room.

[bad_in_latin]

No matter how knocked out he may get some days, Mal won't ever not be a light sleeper.

Smiling, even when he's not facing the doorway, "You're not supposed to be up and walking about, I think."

[ff_ambassador]

Inara moves over to the hammock and leans down, giving him a small kiss on the forehead.

"I couldn't sleep. I think the walls of the shuttle are getting closer, anyway."

[bad_in_latin]

Mal sits up, leading Inara by the hand down the stairs into the engine room and ending with his legs swinging on either side of Inara's own, standing in front of him.

"Nothing wrong with you feeling up to moving about then," Mal replies awkwardly. "I'll just have to strap you down if you wear yourself out any."