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[ Cassian is perched just outside one of the furthest tents of the caravan, out of the blazing sun as he reads over the vellum scroll in his hands several times, trying to memorize it. Only once he is done so does he put it away and pull the silver pendant out of his clothes to send a message to the rest. ]

So, I am still fairly new here. Finding my feet.

Surely there is a way to be useful? A way to earn a credit or two?

I’ve heard that there are things in the desert, that can be found by those with sharp eyes. But are they even worth the retrieval, I wonder? Who would even want them?

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That's all I ask.

[ She returns his smile, then taks a sip of her wine. Looking up at the sky, she tries to find some sort of familiarity there, a constellation or bright planet, but there's nothing. ]

You know, I've been all over the universe, all over time, and I've still never felt so far away from home?

[ Clara isn't even sure where home will be once she leaves this place and gets back to the TARDIS. Frowning at herself, she shakes her head, and when she looks back at Cassian, she's slightly red. ]

Sorry, I dunno why I said that. Let's have some grubs, shall we?

[ Trying to lighten things she turns back to their shared and limited food stock. ]

Next time, we have to find a better pantry.

[ When her eyes turn back to him, they meet Cassian’s - his own gaze had been locked on her since she started speaking. ]

That’s because you are far from home. We all are. You don’t need to hold the feeling in.

[ He finally let’s his gaze slip away, but only so he can focus on cracking open a little bit of the grub for the softer flesh, and then raising it up for her on the tips of his fingers, offering a bite. ]

We’re all stuck here, but we have each other.

Even without a decent pantry.

[ It's simultaneously one of the most and least romantic things she's ever done thanks to the food, but she's game and leans forward to take the bite. Just briefly, and so faint it might as well have been nothing, Clara's lips brush the very tips of his fingers before she's pulled back.

Chewing, she doesn't want to admit it isn't bad, but she does. ]

Not what I expected. It tastes alright, like something vaguely familiar I've had before, but I dunno what.

[ Something from Earth? She hates that it's sort of good, but maybe it's the wine making it better. ]

What do you think? The next best thing in gourmet snack food?

I’ve had much worse. At least it has flavour.

[ He offers her a warm smile before taking a bit of the flesh for himself, letting the tips of his own fingers linger between his lips for a few seconds as he savoured it. ]

Spent a year in an Imperial labour camp drinking tasteless sludge. You learn to appreciate everything, after that.

[ It’s a slight exaggeration - it was closer to forty days than a year - but it felt like ten so what was the difference?

He offered a slightly sly smile and shifted a little closer to lean in.]

But just between you and me, I even think that would taste pretty decent in present company.

[ There's a hint of a frown that turns down her lips at the mention of a labor camp, and without thinking much about it, she reaches out to rest her hand on his arm. It doesn't seem like the sort of thing a person casually asks about, so she won't. But she wants him to know she heard it, so she squeezes his arm, leaving her hand there.

Now, Clara's blushing for an entirely different reason from before, and she can't help but lean in, too. ]

Are you saying I make seemingly bleak situations seem marginally better?

Take out the ‘marginally’, and that’s close enough.

[ His eyes flickered to her lips before he wet his own unconsciously as he met her eyes again. ]

And I think you know it, too.

[ She can't help it, ducking her head even as she smiles. When she looks back up, she catches his drifting gaze before doing the same. ]

Busted.

[ After another second of hesitation, she leans close and closes the gap between them, brushing her lips over his lightly. It's been a long time since she's kissed anyone, but damn it's nice. ]

[ It’s been a little time for him, himself, though it feels like a lifetime since he was captured on Niamos. The woman he’d been with there had been a fling - a cover, a warm bed, and a way of escaping his own guilt.

This was much, much nicer. He let her take the first kiss - a light brush of a thing - and then took that as permission to steal another, raising his hand to gently tip her chin towards him.

Was this likely going to make his life complicated? Probably. Had that stopped him before?

No not really.

When he pulled back an inch or so, he murmured in a quiet but amused voice: ]

Any jealous husbands I need to fend off?

[ One hand has made its way to the side of his neck, making a home there when he kisses her. That quiet voice in the back of Clara's head speaks up, the one that says she'll probably lose this too. But she's able to shut it up and enjoy the kiss.

His lips are soft, and she likes the way his scruff feels.

She likes everything about this, actually.

Keeping her hand where it is, she can't help but laugh softly at his question. Sparing a thought for Jane Austen—also a lovely kisser, but Cassian has the lead—Clara shakes her head. ]

No. No husbands or wives for that matter. Same question to you; anyone who might throw water in my face and call me a homewrecker?

[ Lightly, her thumb glides along his jaw, eyes finally dragging from his lips up to his eyes. ]

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