Noelle, quiet. Has not said much. Has stayed in my quarters as if belongs here. Have cared for her cat.
Was stronger today. Has talked a little more, walked around a little, eaten a little more. Color returning. First time she has said much of last mission. Sat on bed next to her, where she has told me she did not speak to her brother in years.
"Did you ever have to choose, Therav. If some member of your family had joined a terrorist organization, what would you choose?"
"By the customs of my people... I would have to choose my blood," I told her. "I don't know if I would. Or could. We don't know these things until it's tested."
"Do you think I did the right thing?"
Was quiet. She was quiet.
She added: "Therav, if I'd kept writing to him... I would've had to have turned him in. I told him he was dead to me... so that I wouldn't have to make that choice. It would happen, but... I couldn't be the one to do it."
Did not have words. Tongue felt thick in mouth. Wrapped my arms around waist and brought her closer.
"I hope you don't have to make that choice," she said, softly. "Choose between your family and anything else."
"Hnh. Made that choice, once. They wanted me to come home while our world was threatened by the Dominion."
Expected she was weeping, but she wasn't. She edged herself up and looked down into my eyes and brought her hand against my cheek, gently. She then curled on her side. Nestled her face into my neck. I held back of her head with one hand. Closed my eyes. Willed away things that were sad.