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[ff_ambassador]

Mal and Inara are making their way back towards the ship, passing through the market again. A stall she had passed earlier catches her eye again, full of beautiful baby clothes. She reaches out and fingers one, her steps slowing just enough to let her catch it and let it fall again.

She gives a little sigh and picks up her pace again, matching Mal

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[bad_in_latin]

Mal, oddly enough, is not entirely oblivious to Inara's diversion.

He just doesn't know what to say about it.

Once Inara catches up to him, he offers a short squeeze of her hand, and keeps walking.

[ff_ambassador]

Inara squeezes it back. She wants to say something, but isn't sure how to bring it up.

"Those were beautiful pieces. That seamstress is quite talented."

Not great. But it's a start.

[bad_in_latin]

"Little small for Naomi and Anthony."

[ff_ambassador]

"Yes, they are getting so big."

Inara takes a breath and jumps in. "I'm tempted to buy some, though. For future little ones."