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“What was your opinion of the tevmel?” T’Pring asks after the V’shal ritual.
Sevet considers this. “Your mother—”
“I did not ask,” T’Pring says evenly, “for my mother’s opinion.”
“I found it... intriguing.”
“I see.”
Sevet purses his lips. “Your engagement to Spock—”
“Is by your design, despite my mother’s... concern.”
“Illogical concern.”
“As I have told her. When will you do the same?”
Sevet says nothing.
T’Pring stands. “Your opinion of the tevmel is noted. I will tell this to the captain, since you would not.” And with that she is gone, letting the door swish shut behind her.