[ Severus leaves one hand on the back of her head, fingers not-quite tangled in her blood caked hair, until he has to step away. He brushes his thumb over her lower lip and offers a half-smile that's, for him, pretty good.
He doesn't think he'll die. It seems too noble of a mission for him to die; this might make him look good postmortem, and part of him is sure that's not allowed.
Finally Severus disengages entirely, and leaves. ]
[ She isn't sure how long she stands there, but it can't amount to much longer than it takes Severus to vacate her line of sight followed by a few heavy beats of silence. Although silence isn't technically true, given the general calamity of medbay and the ship itself. Every few minutes it feels like there is some kind of shout or scream or something toppling over.
Claire ignores it, for the time being, looking down at her fingernails and the darkened lines of her hands. After a little while, she finds her way into one of the bathrooms and stands underneath the spray until the water stops looking like rust, and doesn't think. ]
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He doesn't think he'll die. It seems too noble of a mission for him to die; this might make him look good postmortem, and part of him is sure that's not allowed.
Finally Severus disengages entirely, and leaves. ]
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Claire ignores it, for the time being, looking down at her fingernails and the darkened lines of her hands. After a little while, she finds her way into one of the bathrooms and stands underneath the spray until the water stops looking like rust, and doesn't think. ]