“You’re a fool,” she says, but there’s the slightest quiver in Attea's hands as she bandages your wounds. Attea's lip curls, anger obvious. “To throw your life away for one meaningless night between us?”

She’s lying, sleeping with you had meant so much more. But she can’t stand seeing you hurt, and you’d recklessly thrown yourself in front of a blaster to protect her. As if she’d needed it. As if—

“Do not do that again,” she says, and though her words are harsh, her voice nearly breaks.