IC Contact - Consignment

[forgivetheinsubordination]

vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
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[keelahselai]

Quarian suits - function, fashion and never having to use the showers. Maybe I'll finally have some credits. [Her voice is a bit scratchy.

With luck, she can sleep it off - that and the headache coming up behind her temples. Without... well, it's a trip to the medical rover. This was never going to be easy.]

I'll be fine - I'll get some rest, drink fluids... The next time you're here, I'm sure it'll be fine.

[Because really? It's nice not eating alone - and quickly, like it's something furtive.]

[forgivetheinsubordination]

[Garrus nods.]

I'm sure it will be too.

[She knows best. Garrus heads for the door.]

Call me if you need anything else, yeah? I'll be right over.

[keelahselai]

Sure thing.

[She's already stepping towards her bed - there's an odd sort of ache in the back of her throat, and she knows what that means only too well - when she turns back momentarily.]

Hey, Garrus - thanks a lot.

[Not just for offering to help, either.]

[forgivetheinsubordination]

[Garrus pauses half-way out the door, glancing back. He wishes the news had been better. But this war, in all of its facets, doesn't give them any better. It definitely doesn't give any of them what they want.

He gives her a nod.]

You've got it, Tali.

[At least they can have each other, and each other's backs.]