She takes great pleasure in storming out of the kitchen and slamming the door. Outside, it's very quiet, at least compared to Simon. She'd never seen him as the loud argument type, but damn, the man can yell when he wants to. She wants to hit something badly, and settles for fiddling with the fraying edge of the scarf.
No-one is there to see her stomp down the stairs, which seems like a waste, but no-one is there to see her trip and fall halfway down either. She picks herself up with minimal fuss – scrapes and bruises come with being a mechanic – but the scarf is another story. It must have caught on a sharp corner, because there is a long tear running through the middle. She can fix machines just fine, but a job like this is beyond her. Instead, she takes it to Inara, and watches anxiously as the Companion carefully sews the edges together.
A few days later, when the awkward silences have become too much effort and they've started talking to each other again, Simon notices the line of stitches. 'I didn't realise this was torn.'
You don't realise a lot of things is what she doesn't say, because they'll only start fighting again, and 'Nara will get mighty tired of sewing. 'It's fixed now.'
'Are we?'
Yes, they are, because couples forgive each other, and she can't really remember what they were fighting about anyway. She's forgiven him, and the scarf proves it. She wouldn't have bothered to mend it otherwise.
'I didn't realise we were torn,' she says, and has the pleasure of watching him look surprised, then confused, then immensely relieved.