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Caleb turns to walk back to the dome, then stops in his tracks and turns back to her. He briefly lifts a hand to his mouth, brow furrowed.
“You once asked me a question,” he begins. “And now I am going to ask the same thing of you.” He pauses for a moment, then looks up at her. “Are you in love with her?” He asks slowly, voice quiet.
Yasha’s breath catches in her throat. She stands stiff and stares into the distance, avoiding his gaze. “Who?” She breathes, echoing Caleb’s answer to the same question.
He smiles and shakes his head, “I don’t need to tell you that.”
There is something of a glint in his eyes. Happiness for his friends, perhaps. Or mischief at throwing Yasha’s own words back at her.
Yasha knows he won’t make her answer. She gave him the same courtesy. Yet, she finds herself taking a deep breath and replying, “I’m wasn’t sure. But, after today...I think I am. I have been for...a long time now.” She breathes a nervous laugh and looks back to his face. “I never thought I’d say that again.”
Caleb smiles again, one of his complicated, melancholy smiles. “I know the feeling. I am happy for you. Truly, you deserve it.”
“Thank you, Caleb,” Yasha says quietly, a soft smile on her lips.
“Ja,” he nods. “You know...I would bet good money she feels the same way.”
Yasha laughs and shakes her head, face red. “Oh boy...”
“Just something to think about,” Caleb steps back. “Happiness, ja?”
“Yeah,” she smiles. “I will.”