inara's shuttle is the place to be

[ff_ambassador]

Inara is sitting on her couch, relaxing with a cup of tea and some darning. One of her lace shawls is unraveling from the corner. She's intent on the needle in her hand, enjoying the concentration the task requires. The door to her shuttle is propped open - she's been keeping it that way recently.

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[e_delmar]

Can't so much go out for a breath of fresh air when you're travellin' out in space, so instead of lighting up or driving Jack nuts (or both), Ennis' walking again. Slow, measured steps and his hand tight on a railing, whenever he can find one.

[ff_ambassador]

Inara looks up as she hears the careful steps nearing her shuttle. She gets up and sticks her head out curiously.

"Ennis! How are you today?"

[e_delmar]

He stops rather suddenly, giving his head a shake as if to clear it. It's only a moment, and then the smile's back, and his eyes are warm, if fuzzy.

"Morning Inara."

[ff_ambassador]

She smiles back. "Good morning to you. What are you up to?" She steps around into her doorframe.