[Pretty sure I'm going to die that way anyway. Almost everyone she's known -- both from her world and from here -- has left. She's been almost crippled. She's even died once. (It's hard to get motivated to make new friends. Easier to stick with Chekov, who if he leaves, she can tell herself "He's better off without me," or Hei, "I'm better off without him." She doesn't think these things consciously, of course. It'd be too depressing and embarrassing to admit that, even to yourself.)]
You can take the ice pack off now. [Her skin is reaching the point of so cold it burns. She turns her head and, if his mouth happens to be close enough, she'll steal a kiss. Not necessarily to change the subject or move things forward, but just because it feels nice.]
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You can take the ice pack off now. [Her skin is reaching the point of so cold it burns. She turns her head and, if his mouth happens to be close enough, she'll steal a kiss. Not necessarily to change the subject or move things forward, but just because it feels nice.]