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[It takes Kyna longer than she would have liked to learn plane shift, and longer still to master it to the point that no one (read: her brother) thinks she'll accident shift to some terrible hell dimension.

And she manages it, pretty perfectly, actually, although an exhausted girl with pointed ears just appearing in a military base with no warning doesn't get her the warmest welcome.]

Hey, chill, I'm just looking for Wash.

[God, all of them are in armor. It's kind of nuts.]

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[Kyna grins at his expression.]

A little bit. Hold on.

[She pulls away, then digs through a backpack lying abandoned in the corner, pulling out her lockpicking kit. Then she gestures for him to follow, heading out into the hallway and up into the stairwell. They're on the top floor, so it's just one flight of stairs and then a locked door, which she picks and swings open to reveal the rooftop.]

Tada.

I could've picked that you know.

[ But he doesn't mind that she did -- it's always weirdly attractive when she does things like that, troublemaking things. Even if all they're doing right now is enjoying a view.

It's a decent view. ]

Wow... I've seen pictures but... it's different. It's beautiful.

I know.

[She wanted to show off a little. Sue her.

Kyna, of course, is watching Wash, not the view, and she finds herself grinning all over again. She can't resist the urge to wrap her arms around him, settling close.]

Different how?

[ There's no way Kyna could take his weight but Wash does lean slightly, encouraging her to hold on tighter. ]

The buildings... the skyline's not exactly the same as what I remember but it might not have been the same time period.

Maybe you saw some crazy picture from the future or something.

[She tightens her grip, grinning up at him like a total dope.]

I can't believe you're actually here.

Neither can I. You did it.

[ And finally he looks away from the skyline back down at kyna, smiling softly. Right now all his worries about what he's going to do here, who he'll be, seem far away. ]

You're amazing, have I told you that lately?

[Kyna laughs a little, but she looks utterly pleased.]

Not as amazing as you are. I'm sorry I took so long.

Me? I didn't do anything but not die while I waited for you.

Yeah, but you still waited. And you're just like... the best person I know in general.

[Duh. She's certainly not biased.]

Does this mean you're officially retired?

[ Wash is grinning back at her right until that last question, when it fades a little. ]

I don't-- I guess so, from what I was doing before. But I don't know how to do anything else, either. You said I could work with you guys, wouldn't I still be fighting?

If you want, but you don't have to. Alana and Harlan don't go on jobs much. You could just train people or something instead, maybe.

I feel like maybe something familiar is better, but I don't want to be a liability either. So... training, if you actually need someone for that?

Sure. Most of us are just... you know, self-taught.

[Her voice softens a bit.]

You know I don't think of you as a liability, right?

But you do fine....

[ He's still puzzling through it when Kyna asks another question, one that makes Wash duck his head. ]

You don't, but you probably should. Sometimes I just... go somewhere else, now. I don't know why I'm not bouncing back like always.

[Kyna presses closer, reaching up to touch his cheek.]

It's okay. We'll figure it out. Brain injuries can take a really long time to heal, right?

[That's what Dr. Grey said, anyway.]

Yeah. But sometimes they just don't, Kyna.

Then we'll figure that out, too. You don't have to worry about people shooting at you here.

It sounds like there are plenty of other things to worry about.

[ He does sound a little lighter, but still troubled. ]

[Oh, Wash. Kyna cups his face, tugging him closer so that she can rest her forehead against his.]

Yeah? Like what?

[ Wash will lean down when tugged, hands settling on her waist. ]

Faeries?

Ugh. Faeries are the worst, but think of all the fun stuff. I've got a list of shitty movies for us to watch.

I'm ready for it. Can we just lock ourselves in with bad movies and good takeout for awhile? Get me prepped to face the actual world out there and not look like a shell shocked universe-hopping tourist.

Yeah, of course. But don't worry, everyone will probably just think you're a regular tourist from like... Idaho or something.

[She considers that for a moment.]

Actually, that might be worse.

I'd rather brag about the universe-hopping, yeah. Make you look even cooler.

Me? Nah. Everyone's gonna flock to the hot space marine, just you wait. So many people are going to hit on you.