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[serves]

Should I move my hand?

[dawnwillcome]

I- no. No, it's fine there.

[But she looks a little surprised, and to avoid him taking that the wrong way she'll just mention the reason.]

I honestly was expecting you to blush and stammer. You've come a long way, Commander.

[serves]

[He chuckles. His other hand would rub the back of his neck if he weren't holding a cup, so he just takes another sip.]

We're a little more comfortable with one another now, I think.

[dawnwillcome]

That's almost too bad, the blushing and stammering was my favorite part.

[serves]

Now I know you're teasing me.

[dawnwillcome]

Only a little. It really was cute.

[She lays her hand over his, squeezing it gently.]

This has its draws too, though.

[serves]

Cute isn't really a thing I'd aim for... [He's a commander! They can't be cute. But he turns his hand to grasp hers, returning the squeeze.]

[dawnwillcome]

That's really too bad, girls like cute things.

[serves]

[GIRLS ARE DIFFICULT, but Cullen just smiles--cutely--as he sips his tea.

Maybe he knows.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Of course he knows, and maybe he won this from the very beginning. Either way, Jove is smiling as she tucks her hair behind her ears.]

In the future if you'd like it sweeter, I recommend honey.

[serves]

I like it as it is. I can't remember the last time I added honey to my tea.

[He knocks that stuff back straight.]

Thank you, Jove.

[dawnwillcome]

You're welcome, Cullen. I hope it helps you, I'd hate for you to spend more time than you need to feeling ill.

[The lyrium withdraws have to be bad enough, he doesn't need space sickness on top of that.]

[serves]

I'll be fine. [His definition of fine, anyway.]

[dawnwillcome]

[The problem with that is she wants him to be more than fine. She wants him to be happy, to feel safe, to have days with no pain or sick feelings, no nightmares.

Fine is all well and good, but he deserves more. She pats his hand and stands up, moving back to the table to start measuring herbs into a small bag for him.]

You brew it like any other kind of tea, and if you drink it before traveling it should prevent you from feeling any of the negative effects at all.

[serves]

I'll be sure to give it a try and report the results. [He's eager to not feel queasy due to motion sickness. He's used to feeling sick from withdrawal.]

[dawnwillcome]

[That gets a soft laugh.]

Like I'm your physician? That's hardly necessary, Cullen, I just wanted to help you.

[serves]

[He laughs.]

Maybe I just wanted an excuse to come back here.

[dawnwillcome]

[When she turns back to him this time, she tosses the sachet of herbs at him. Catch, Cullen.]

You need an excuse, do you?

[serves]

[He catches it with one hand, grinning slowly.]

That's for you to decide.

[dawnwillcome]

[Hopefully her crossing her arms over her chest won't distract him too badly.]

Between the two of us, which of us has invited the other into their room twice now?

[serves]

The first one didn't count.

[But look, he's rising to his feet so he can stand in front of her and press a kiss to her forehead.]

[dawnwillcome]

[She smiles and closes her eyes when he goes and does that, lifting her hands to rest them on his arms once he's close enough.]

It absolutely counted.

[serves]

Did not.

[Try arguing when he's trailing a finger along your jawline, Jove.]

[dawnwillcome]

[It might be harder if he weren't using did not, did so to plead his case. It is very distracting, though, and she leans into his touch even as she raises an eyebrow at him.]

Why wouldn't it? We went on a lovely walk and then I got you into my bed. You'd think that would count twice.

[serves]

Count twice as what, exactly?