Emilie couldn't remember a time when someone was genuinely glad to see her, at least not when she didn't have a fistful of glowing green crystals to panhandle. But Rodeo was happy to see her because he needed her. He needed her, and it had been such a long time since she was the one needed and not the other way around that Emilie found herself wanting the brief kiss to last just a little longer.
She listened to his instructions intently, not missing a single detail. Emilie was incredibly sharp, even if her enemies (and allies alike, really) liked to underestimate her and assume she was dumb, her wits dulled by the Prax, but that was always their mistake, wasn't it? Emilie might have always been high as a kite, but she was sharp as a knife and just as dangerous.
"Got it," she assured him, leaning forward just long enough for the tip of her tongue to drag playfully across his bottom lip just before her fingers were curling around the vial. "You ready, your majesty?"