Inara smiled softly. Kaylee. She was going to miss everyone deeply. But that couldn’t stop her. Would she miss Jayne? Some things about him maybe. She couldn’t even think about Mal… “I am sure that she will do fine. She always did have a way with this ship.” Inara had never seen anything like it.
My finger tips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation, and I know that I should let go, but I can't. And every time we fight I know it's not right, every time that you're upset and I smile. I know I should forget, but I can't.
“Maybe I let them all take turns with me,” Inara replied evenly. She was a whore; so he said all the time. Why did it cut her so? His opinion was antiquated and unrefined, should his opinion even matter? Was it even his opinion?
No, it was one of the things that was not a mystery. It was defense, nothing more. What was a mystery was what it was that Malcolm Reynolds was defending.
The dance continued. The same distractions were there; his chiseled jaw, his scent and his pinched and deep eyes. She looked over at him, keeping her composure Inara could look at him without showing anything. Of course, that did not mean she felt nothing when she did…