Inara woke up that morning with swollen eyes, her satin sheets wrapped tightly about her legs. Unsettling dreams had plagued her the night before, and she had not slept very soundly. She sighed as she woke, looking up into the draped fabric lining the ceiling of her...Captain Reynolds'...shuttle. Kicking gently at the sheets, she swung her legs over the side of the bed reluctantly, not feeling much like getting up at all. But she resolved herself to keep in her routine, despite the fact that it would soon be changing dramatically.
She slipped off her slip of a nightgown and draped it over her unfolded changing screen, then thumbed through her collection of clothing. She continued until she reached the very back of her closet, finding the outfit she had worn upon her first meeting with the captain. She hadn't donned it many a time since then, but she did remember wearing it just once or twice.
She pressed at the fabric of the choli once, pulling it away from all the other forms of colored, draping clothing she owned. She wasn't sure she wanted to indulge the nostalgic whispers she was feeling graze across her heart, but it remained that it was exactly what she was doing. Moving to address the state of her hair, she decided to straighten it, allowing it to fall just above her bared midriff. Glossing her tired face over with makeup and a sweet, neutral expression that years of training had provided her with. She knew she had to face the day, face the crew, despite everything she might be belted with in doing so.
She just hoped she wouldn't see Kaylee. Not now. Her expression wouldn't remain if she did. With a strained, pulled in breath, she pressed the button to allow her shuttle door to open. She stepped out gingerly, her feet pressing on the cold metal of the floor.
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