[ It's hard not to be comfortable where d'Artagnan is concerned. She pulls up her legs and curls against his side, burrowing against him. She takes a deep breath and sighs.

And thinks about how she might be moving soon. It's hard to imagine not having d'Artagnan every morning. Every evening. Not having this anymore. And a lump forms in her chest at the thought and she burrows against him further. ]

What else am I going to spend all these credits on, anyway? [ She shrugs and holds the bottle up for him in case he wants more. ]

Did I ever tell you thank you? For saving me?

[ She looks up at him, eyes meeting his. ] Because thank you, d'Artagnan.