"Smart woman," Deidre replied warmly, moving along the hallway with the mercenary, watching their tandem shadows flit like silent wraiths across the floor, darkness bleeding into illuminated walls once they reached the landing and the corridor in where both of their rooms were located. "And we did...I imagine if I stayed with Vi for long enough, we would've had a dozen in a very short span of time."
Hazel eyes lit up, however, at the mention of the ship's cook. "Bob?" she laughed. "Oh, Andraste help me, but I actually miss him! He seemed to really like me, feeding me all the time the way he did. If I hadn't been so adamant about helping Vi around the ship, I would've gained so much weight in the days I spent aboard the Star. Aaaah...his cuisine is amazing. I suggested that he published a cookbook once, and he actually said he considered it, but that he ended up not doing it because he'll just get mad at everyone getting his dishes wrong."
The young woman stopped in front of her door. "Well, here's me...for the time being anyway," she told Imenry. "And at least I know where you are now, in case I need a partner to grab a midnight snack with me later on this week." She flashed her a wink. "In all seriousness, I hope so too. If you ever want company or anything....my door's always open. Except when it's closed and locked - in those times I'll probably either be sleeping or changing, and I don't want to traumatize you with my buns of steel or something."
Was she serious? The pearly-white grin flashed at her companion indicated that she probably wasn't...but then again who knows?
She twisted the knob, letting her door swing open. Stepping through the threshold, Deidre lingered by the door -- as always magnetized by the words that other people spoke. "That's exactly what it is," she affirmed. "But I've mostly learned to spot one out of necessity. I'm not much of a fighter...I'm athletic but I'm not formally trained in anything, so I try to figure out those that can so I know whether to run away from them or hide behind them." Watching her carefully, her expression softened considerably, warmth and empathy suffusing in the depths of her gaze. "You must miss him," she said quietly. "Your father."
Falling quiet, the smile returned. "I should try and sleep. And you should, too," she said. "I'll be around....I trust we'll be running into each other a lot so long as we're here. Goodnight, Imenry."