"You'll take care of me, won't you?"
The uncertainty in her voice drew Quinlan's attention away from his excellent bargain. She was trusting him with her freedom, and he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"Yes. I will."
Veshara studied his visor, then laid her hand over his. His promise seemed to please her more than all the terms they'd spent the morning arguing over.
"Good."
Before he could withdraw, her fingers closed around his wrist.
"And it ends when this journey ends," she said. "Automatically."
"When we return to Sarthal after completing or abandoning this commission," Aurora suggested, touching the purchasing agreement.
Veshara considered that, her fingers still resting around his wrist.
"Okay."
She let go, allowing him to return to Vex and the arm she promptly reclaimed. Across the table, Drazek drew a fresh sheet toward himself.
