Her eyes fluttered closed instinctively when he kissed her cheek and she paused, opening them to look up at him before slipping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder.
She watched him thoughtfully, her nose mere centimeters from his. “I see. I might go ask the captain.”
Anya was sitting up in bed, the bedsheet draped over her shoulder. Stephanie squinted, glancing in before giving Basel a quick nod and turning around to leave.
"That's not something we haven't experienced," he said, frowning as he closed the door. "Nothing too drastic."