Heart of A Shepard

~Chapter 101~

Mae was stretched out on the bed, keeping comfortable under their thin bed sheet as she watched Nimaro wash his hands. He had been more quiet than usual that day, staying focused on ensuring every detail of the Shepard hunt the following day, was understood and correctly taken care of.

She could see the stress in his eyes, the way the tension lingered in his brow creating tiny creases around the edge of his jewel. However, it was the rigid nature of his akress, requiring no intimate knowledge of his subtleties, that would have made it obvious to anyone else. Even as he turned from the basin, his hands now dry and clean, he was preoccupied. He took a step and then peered back at the sink. Shaking his head, he sniffed his hands as if to check that he had indeed washed them, and then glanced at her, smiling softly, before making his way over to the bed.