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"Another rendezvous with Daphnel?"
Catherine rolls her eyes. She takes a seat next to Shamir and nudges her in the side. "You? Jealous? I never thought I'd see the day."
Shamir readjusts, then scoffs. "Doubtful." She grabs Catherine's hand tight, anyway.
With a softening smile, Catherine leans in and kisses Shamir's cheek. She sighs and her shoulders drop; the sign of a release of tension she didn't realize she was holding.
Catherine leans in close, breath tickling Shamir's ear, "She asks about you, you know."
A moment of tensing muscles. Catherine chuckles as she physically tries to lower Shamir's raised shoulders.
"Relax! She likes you," Catherine says, giving Shamir another kiss. "I happen to think she has good taste."
Shamir's face scrunches up in distaste. "I just don't know what you see in her. She's a loudmouth drunk--"
"--Who kicks ass in battle," Catherine points out, a finger to Shamir's nose.
With a moment of consideration, Shamir agrees, "--Yes, who exceeds expectations on the battlefield..."
The gleam in Catherine's eyes made Shamir's heart skip. She adored seeing Catherine excited about something, even if it was -- annoyingly so -- a point to win an argument.
"Do these qualities remind you of a certain someone?" Catherine asked, fluttering her eyelashes so hard they might fly away.
Shamir's widened eyes gave way to her sinking into her seat, heat rising to her cheeks. She mumbled something unintelligible.
"What was that, lover?"
"I said, 'I'll think about it'."