With the disappearance of the Mirror Crew, Pretha was saved from having to stare at a D’Vash in the brig every day. She had found excuses to put off the last two dinner nights she and Odinson had planned. It wasn’t exactly on purpose. She had a sick ensign who couldn’t stand his watch so she filled in. And the other time she was doing the evals and stayed up late enough that she fell asleep at her desk.

This time she knew she couldn’t say no. So, with hair lose down her bare back, the long sapphire colored halter top dress covering her in all the right places, she moved around her quarters on bare feet as she finished setting the table and lighting a couple small votive candles in intricate holders.

They both needed this. They have really talked since the last incident… And she knew they needed to… she needed to.

Lt JG Pretha Oberon
CoS