( his mumbling is met with a flat look as she reaches over and pulls on his cheeks. stop that. don't. she knows exactly what he was going to say. )

Do not. ... Let yourself be cared for, dummy. And let me help. Okay?

( at which point she lets go- a free rennuid...

felicity sighs, looking out the window and gesturing to the moon. )

Of course not. The moon phases and shifts- but she's still her. That's why I worship her- because in it I see myself. But this isn't moon phases. It's- It's a different moon every night.