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“I did not know that you were religious, Lieutenant.”
Reyna looks up from her communicator and she makes eye contact with T’se, who stares intently at the cross resting between her collarbones.
“Not really,” she lets out a breathy laugh and shakes her head slightly. “My mother always insisted that we go to church on a Sunday. I spent most of my teen years trying to avoid it.” Her hand passes softly over the cold metal and her expression turns to melancholy. T’se’s eyebrow raises a fraction.
“My mother, she passed when I was 17. I started going back after that.” Reyna taps her foot and she returns her focus to the communicator, attempting to make contact with the ship. There is an empty silence between them and wind begins to rush through the woods they stand in.
“I grieve with thee.” T’se whispers in Vulcan. Reyna nods her head once and zips up her crash jacket, covering her cross.
“Lieutenant Commander, do you believe there is someone looking out for us?” T’se considers the question for several moments, and her eyes flick to Reyna. Her face is frowned as she fiddles with the communicator but the forest light that bathes her makes her seem softer and gentler than usual.
“Indeed, Lieutenant Sanchez.” Reyna looks up at her again and, this time, T’se feels something in her shift, as Sanchez’s dark eyes reflect a range of emotions combined with the glow of a setting sun. She gives a soft smile, different from the wide grin that T’se has become accustomed to. They stay like this for a moment or two. Finally the communicator lets out a small beep.
“Ah-ha! I’m a genius!” Reyna shouts as she leaps up from the log she had been sitting on. “We’re out of here, Lieutenant Commander!” She grins wide, and her previous state of melancholy gives way to joy.