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Bette had Tina’s chest of clothes brought over from the other ship and placed in her cabin. Neither spoke about it but both wanted the current arrangement to continue. Once she and Bette had eaten and all the wounds tended to, Tina changed into a pair of long linen pants that allowed her to move easily while on board and fit in with the rest of the crew. Her blouse was white, and she tied a red sash around her waist, adding a flamboyant touch to the outfit that Bette really liked. She had a pair of brown boots made of soft leather that completed her outfit.
“Well, well…” Bette said when Tina emerged from behind the screen. She was pretty before, but the bath, a restful night’s sleep and tailored clothes made her downright beautiful. “Don’t you look stunning…”
Tina spun playfully, smiling. She felt like a whole new life was opening up right in front of her and the way Bette was looking at her made her want to sing.
Bette stood, she had stuck to her all black leather pants and shirt, with boots to match. She looked commanding, slim and athletic. She reached for Tina’s hand with her unbandaged one and squeezed it.
“Ready for the Council meeting?” she asked and Tina nodded, her eyebrow raising in support.
Bette nodded and dropped Tina’s hand, immediately noticing the loss of warmth, and went to open her door.
The Captain’s Council filed in one a time. Her First Mate and The Poisoner came first, Carmen going to hug Tina, which surprised Bette, who was unaware they bonded during her swordfight the day before. Few people got close to Carmen; her reputation often proceeded her.
The Whisperer was next, her eyes taking in the scene immediately, noting the chest of the Lady’s clothes and the extra seat at the table. The Archer came in behind Alice, hand in hand with Lara, and the group was assembled.
“Get a drink and sit, please…” Bette motioned to the group, her own cup of wine full. She sat next to Tina, leaning back in her chair, one hand on the back of the blonde’s chair, where the soft hair brushed against her hand.