As the last of their foes fell she tried to think of how he would describe the battle. She knew it would be something breathtaking because only Vector could make something so gritty sound so romantic. Truly, there were times Zak'faren was jealous she couldn't see the world with eyes like his.
"We are victorious – somewhat to our surprise." Vector mumbled.
What? What was that? Where was the talk about the song of the hunt or sparks burning? Where did this shock that they could handle a little combat? That wasn't the poetic after thought she wanted.
"Surprised? Do you not trust in my capabilities?" Zak'faren teased.
Vector turned around and looked at Zak'faren wide eyed. It was so easy to fluster the diplomat sometimes; it was cute and had become a challenge or sorts. He wasn't an easy man to fluster or catch off guard with words. As much as he thought he lost his touch with human communication, Zak'faren thought she should be taking notes.
"No Agent – Zak, we do not question your abilities, mostly your medical skills. You are a healer and have kept us safe from harm. No, we are merely surprised at our capabilities." Vector quickly replied.
His void like eyes stared right at her while his brow creased with concern. She had to choke down a laugh; Zak'faren didn't want Vector to think he was the butt end of a joke he didn't get. She often wondered if her being Chiss made it easier to read Vector. Chiss didn't have eyes like humans or other human-like species, so all their emotion weren't in their eyes, but in the small gestures they made or in some cases didn't make. Yet there was something about those eyes of his that would throw her off and she would, at times, falter in reading him.
Zak'faren raised an eyebrow, "Are you not Dawn Herald? Isn't protecting the nest part of your job?"
Vector shifted his weight and looked away sheepishly, "Yes, but we were a diplomat first and foremost. The combat skill we have comes from killik pheromones and memories of other Joiners. So it surprises us when we take down an enemy on our own."
Zak'faren frowned, "Vector, I know you have felt out of place and have questioned your role with the group, but you are selling yourself short," she moved closer to him and offered a smile, "I like to think of you as my great protector."
Was he blushing? Zak'faren couldn't believe she got Vector to blush. If it wouldn't ruin the mood she would capture this on holo.
"You see us as your protector?" Vector asked with a huge grin.
Zak'faren nodded.
"Then we shall train harder to make sure we stay worthy to be so," Vector said as he leaned down and threatened to kiss her forehead. He stopped as if someone in his head told him he needed permission first and pulled away, "Come let us continue. We will not get better standing around here."