Mal watched the blush creep up on Rory’s cheeks and let a little grin cross her face. They really would make an adorable couple, that was all she could think when she looked at the two of them, face to face. It was funny how they were both blinded to something or another. Rory of how happy Eisen got when they were together – seriously, Mal never saw him smile quite so wide as he did when he was with Rory – and Eisen of… well, everything. She wanted to fix it. Wanted to go to Eisen and tell him that Rory was there and wanted to be with him. But she knew that doing so, even if Eisen talked to Rory about it, would do little more than upset Rory. For now, she’d settle for fixing things in his dreams.
Except, the magic she’d done on Rory’s legs was already wearing off. She jumped to her feet when Rory teetered, the small, invisibly suspended floor thankfully holding her weight as she reached for the mirror. But she didn’t need to worry. Eisen stepped forward and grabbed onto Rory, helping him upright and giving him a gentle, warm smile. “I’ve got you,” he promised. “I’m not going to let you fall.”
Mal’s smile grew a little as she gently sat back down, watching the scene unfold farther. Eisen looked at Rory, an unreadable expression on his face. Confusion was plain as day, but there was something else; something Mal was not even remotely responsible for. This was all Rory’s subconscious. Mal silently urged Rory on, not saying anything but a soft, near-inaudible, “tell him, come on, Rory…”