Mal-Inara.

[bad_in_latin]

Mal walks into Shuttle One from the cargo bay and it takes Inara less than a second to question him. 'What is it?' she asks, because anything that makes Mal slide the shuttle hatch closed with as much useless force as he just did (one of the joys of pressurized doors -- no slamming), something must have happened

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[ff_ambassador]

Inara stays in her seat, trying to figure out a way to say what she thinks without upsetting Mal more.

"Well, you have a right to be upset," she begins. "But I think this is a good opportunity for Simon. And for Kaylee - some time away together might be good."

[bad_in_latin]

"What about the clinic that he's so nobly going off and studyin' for?" Mal huffs, still blustering as he walks around the bed in the center of the shuttle. "What's he goin' to do with that for the next five months?"

[ff_ambassador]

"I'm sure Simon will find someone responsible to help him with it."

Inara watches him pace for another moment, before getting up and intercepting him mid-arc. She grabs his shoulders gently.

"Hey. What's going on in that big head of yours? Why is this upsetting you so much?"

[bad_in_latin]

Mal even takes another step before really believing he can't pace anymore with Inara holding him still.

"Thought you just said I was allowed."