It was an accident, really. An accident that was only slightly a little bit planned. It wasn't like the two of you were trying to keep much under wraps, that wasn't Zethrid's style, your relationship was public to those who actually cared at all to look. It just so happened that around the generally publicly adopted Valentine's day for those in constant intergalactic travel was right smack dab in the middle of the leave days that Zethrid had applied for. The both of you on break from your respective jobs to enjoy some on-the-ground fun.

This planet, one of the luckier ones taken over by the Empire, was still nice to be on. The whole thing hadn't been co-opted as a resource mining rig or a prison and there weren't droves of guards swarming every corner. Compliance had gotten this planet a still-livable topside complete with stores and restaurants and proper homes. And that was exactly the plan, exactly why—aside from ease of travel—she'd chosen this planet. It was Galra occupied and therefore safe in her book, it had things to do, and it still had enough of a community of the locals where the general vibe wasn't cold.

It had been out of her normal routine, getting on a specifically other, smaller ship to take her over here. With a roll of her shoulders Zethrid stepped out of the spacecraft and down the ramp onto flat ground. She puffed herself up with an extra little bit of her usual confidence to really impress as she found you in the crowd and approached. Once at your side with you having run up to meet halfway, she used her superior height to wrap around you.