Mal puts the tea together quietly, all the usual bustle and noise of her work lost from her like a leaky pipe. When she watches the kettle boil, it's not because she's lost in thought, more like she's devoid of it, but at least now she's aware of Arthur's presence, of a port in the storm of her mind.
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Date: 2011-02-28 11:28 pm (UTC)