Seizing the Moment... Finally

Nairn tightened his hold on his wife, watching as she created a holo projection. He exhaled softly, Mmm, there's not enough room for two tick-tock hearts in this family. Nairn joked, softly. The joke was hollow, though. He didn't want his friend to deal with the mechanical heart; it wasn't perfect, it was more dangerous than he'd ever acknowledge, and it hurt more than he'd ever let on.

He reached to claim one of her hands, carefully threading their fingers together, as he studied Ruth. Hopefully he makes a good decision, he muttered. He rubbed the side of her hand with his thumb, sighing. I'm not much use here, ma vhenan. Not right now, while he's asleep. And even when he woke, all Nairn could do was fuss over him.

He could hear people at the door, and he pressed a kiss to Megara's temple, before he moved to stand. Coterie healers and Arlathan healers were lined up outside, when he pulled the door opened.

He chuckled wryly, and stepped out of the way of a stretcher, carried by Arlathan elves.

@Theodora Oridotti