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[knowledgeordeath]

I did not feel you were...gushing.

[Hm. Cyril seems very happy in this moment. He's going to remember that as he sits back finally.]

I had nothing else to add. However, you have come to this ship so it would make sense for us to share a meal before you depart.

[samahl]

[Cyril finally feels as if he's been able to regain control of his face, so he looks up at Kolivan and nods.]

Yes, I'd like that. I was working on something before you called, and may have forgotten to eat today, so somehow you continue to provide just what I need.

[knowledgeordeath]

You are too small to be forgetting to eat.

[He rises to his feet (as best he can since it's hard in here) so he can duck out into the hallway.]

I only eat the proteins here. Given what Robin has stated in criticism about my meals, I feel it is safe to assume there is other food on this ship aside from that.

[samahl]

[Cyril follows after him. He looks around the Goldstone curiously now that he has more time to take it in.]

Does the Goldstone have a cook? That makes your kitchen a bit more fancy, if I remember correctly.

[knowledgeordeath]

We have an upgraded kitchen but no cook. It seems this ship has a primary focus on security given that there are three of us.

[samahl]

That probably makes The Goldstone a pretty safe vessel to be on.

But then, it would be that either way for me now, hm? Since you've promised to protect me. [He grins, still a little too pleased with that whole arrangement.]

[knowledgeordeath]

Perhaps.

[He doesn't trust their new security officer at all.]

That is correct. I have given my word to protect you.

[So matter-of-fact.]

[samahl]

[Kolivan you just keep wording things in a way that makes Cyril too damn pleased. He grins, showing a bit of that feeling on his face.]

We should train together too, so if we find ourselves in a hairy situation we'll know how the other works. Makes it easier to fight side-by-side.

[knowledgeordeath]

I am not opposed to this. Your weapon of choice is one I face very rarely. You are unlikely to hit me but improving your aim with your aim will be beneficial.

[Yes. He does plan on continuing to be a target.]

[samahl]

And now I will make it the goal to hit you. Impossible though it may be, it would be a good way to train.

I've been thinking the same thing for a while now. It's nice to have someone to help me.

[knowledgeordeath]

If that were not your goal then there would be little point in training with me.

[Just Blade things.]

You handle your arm decently for it being one you are not familiar with. More practice will only serve you well.

[samahl]

I think so too. When I first arrived we found ourselves on some rather dangerous planets. I'd hate to find myself in that situation again and be unprepared.

[knowledgeordeath]

It is rarely wise to be unprepared for dangerous situations.

[They arrive at the kitchen and he pauses to look around. Obviously he has no idea what they never have here other than the proteins. He knows those are here.]

You may see what we have and eat.

[...Problem solved.]

[samahl]

[Cyril goes about looking for something to make them both. He ends up putting together something simple and gives Kolivan a serving before sitting down to eat his own.]

I'm no cook but this should be edible.

[knowledgeordeath]

This will be fine. Thank you.

[He seriously usually just eats the protein sludge. No joke.

Sitting down, he takes advantage of the chance to not have to crouch and straightens up, rolling his shoulders. Being on a ship that is so short is very challenging sometimes.]

[samahl]

Is there anything they can do to make a ship bigger for you? You seem uncomfortable most of the time.

[knowledgeordeath]

To my knowledge there is nothing to be done. However, I am not familiar with the blueprint of the ship and that likely would be best understood by one with the engineering augment.

[samahl]

[Cyril rubs the back of his neck where his augment is. He feels a little jealous toward the people who had engineering implanted.]

I know a few engineers. Maybe we can coax them into cooking something up.

[knowledgeordeath]

It isn't necessary. There are other priorities that could be attended to first.

[samahl]

Sure. They can put it low on their lists.

[knowledgeordeath]

I would prefer it not be a thought at all until more important matters are handled. Distractions are too easily had here.

[samahl]

Then I'll respect your preferences.

[Then, after a moment,] You know, nearly every conversation we've had has included you reiterating your willingness to give up something for the sake of others.

[He might need to start to figure out ways to give Kolivan small comforts.]

[knowledgeordeath]

[He blinks in surprise but doesn't say anything. He...literally hasn't noticed this.

At all.

And obviously no one has pointed it out before.]

[samahl]

So my question is... who does the same for you?

[knowledgeordeath]

I don't ask that of anyone.