It was a good effort, and she certainly enjoyed that show of not-quite-flirting. She liked it when she got to see that side of the commander.

And he did have a point about the kitchen. Chuckling quietly, she stayed where she was for a little while, watching him work on something that she couldn't quite see, but she finally climbed out of bed and wandered over to stand behind him at the desk.

"I'll go back to bed in a few minutes, don't worry," she assured him quietly before he could say anything in protest. Her hands lifted to his hair, running her fingers through the white strands, working around the braids that she'd originally given him. How long ago had that been now? It seemed like forever and yet no time at all.