The next day, things were different. It seemed Poe was more open, more comfortable in his relationship with Ellra. He also showed a slight difference in his relationship with his team. There was a softness there that Ellra hadn't noticed before.

There was a memorial service for L'ulo that afternoon.

Ellra didn't have any black clothes, but Connix found a Resistance uniform in her size which would suit the service better than a lilac tunic.

The general spoke, and then Poe spoke. While he radiated grief, he also seemed more at peace. Ellra was proud. She felt partly responsible for this tranquility in him.

A bunch of the pilots gathered near the hangar for drinks, but Poe went below in the repair hangar to be alone with his ship. Ellra understood that he needed time alone to process, so she had some sips of Corellian Reserve with the rest of Black Squadron.

Due to the service, there was no training that day, so after her chores, Ellra wandered the base in her uniform, humming folk songs to herself, and taking in sights and faces she hadn't encountered before.

As she passed the medical wing, she spotted a familiar pretty face.

"Hey," called Ellra, waving to the person pushing a maintenance cart.

"Yeah? What's wrong?"

"Hi," said Ellra, stopping beside the blue-skinned woman. "I saw you the day you came here. You're Poe's friend."

"You're Ellra," she said, giving a dry laugh. "Poe won't shut up about you."

"Really? Wow. I'm sorry. What's your name?"

"Suralinda Javos," she said, offering her hand.

"I think I've read your name in the holofeed. Are you a writer?" asked Ellra.

"Journalist. I used to write for the Galaxy Beacon."

"That's right! You always have the juicy stories!"

"Thanks for that, Ellra. But now I'm just the janitor," said Suralinda, gesturing to the cart in front of her.

"That'll pass. I started out as an animal keeper. I'm well on my way to becoming a sniper now," said Ellra, gesturing to her own uniform.

"Good for you, kid. Hopefully I can make use of my navy training again."

"You will."

"Thanks. See you around, Ellra," said Suralinda. "I have work to do."

"Bye."

Somehow, meeting Javos comforted Ellra. Not that she was still insecure about a possible relationship with Poe. But she was relieved nonetheless to meet her and see what kind of person she was. It was a bit like meeting a celebrity; Ellra always read Javos' column in the feed.

Black Squadron having the week off meant that Poe spent a lot of time watching Ellra train and giving her advice of his own.

While Poe never trained as a sniper specifically, he had some sharpshooting experience and was a good shot, so he made a good mentor.

Colonel Umber and Poe had known one another a while, and had a friendly rivalry, so enjoyed fighting over Ellra as their pupil.

After a full month of training, Ellra was as skilled as any veteran marksman in the Resistance. The Spirits or the Force or just pure determination or whatever it was made her a crack shot and she was proud of her skills. Poe and Umber were proud of her too.

Poe also took this time to begin teaching Ellra how to fly. It was secondary to all her other duties, but it meant a lot to both of them to bond over this shared love.

He had a friend bring in an old Rebellion era A-wing that had been modified for two pilots – a teaching craft. When they had nothing else to do, the pair would go up in the atmosphere above D'Qar and practice flying.

Ellra was a fast learner, but she did not have the natural knack for flying that Poe believed she would have. Her passion for it, however, more than made up for lack of any natural inclination.

She was taking off and landing unassisted after three weeks of lessons.

After another month, she was invited to tag along with part of Red Squadron on a reconnaissance mission, strictly to observe. She piloted an A-wing because she was already familiar with the controls.

The pilots spread out and orbited a small moon for a few hours, waiting for a First Order satellite to come around. Once it was identified, they would head right back home.

Ellra sat at a distance, watching the moon spin. Its glow shone on the foils of X-wings below her, making most of the other pilots easy to spot.

"Just checking in, Red Eleven," said Poe, coming in over a private channel in her comms.

"Copy, Black Leader. I'm doing okay. It's a beautiful sight from up here," said Ellra.

"Keep your eyes peeled for any First Order ships. We're not expecting company, but better safe than sorry."

"Yes, sir."

A black shape appeared around the moon, the glow catching on its bowtie silhouette.

"That's a TIE fighter!" cried Ellra into the comms.

The five X-wings below her jumped into action.

"Kill it before it notices us," cried Poe. "Who's closer, Red Four? Red Two?"

"I see it, Red Leader."

Ellra recognized Bastian's voice.

The TIE fired before anything else could happen, and Bastian's X-wing spun out, down towards the moon's surface.

"I'll get it," said Ellra. "I have a clear shot."

"You're clear to try, Red Eleven, but you're too far out," said Poe.

"Let me try," she whispered to herself, moving closer to the moon.

Ellra engaged her targeting computer and found that the TIE danced in the middle of the screen like a gnat.

"Damn," she muttered.

She closed the computer and her eyes. She saw the TIE in her mind, saw the pilot typing in a clearance code for a private channel. She didn't think. She had no time to.

She fired.

"Whoo!" cried a voice over her comms. "Target destroyed!"

"Ell, was that you?" asked Poe, out of breath.

"I – I think it was," Ellra stuttered, shaking. "Is everyone okay? Where's Bastian?"

"He crash landed on the surface. Jess went down for him. As soon as he's on board, we're making the jump."

The coordinates appeared on the screen before her and Ellra prepared for the jump to hyperspace. Momentarily, Poe gave the signal, and the six ships jumped in unison.

"You gave her permission to what?" demanded Connix. "The general's going to kill you."

"I'm not going to kill him," said General Organa, entering high command. "I might kick his ass from here to Tattooine. But I won't kill him."

"I'm sorry, General," said Poe, turning to face her. "It was an unusual situation. Ellra was the only one with a clear shot. She took out the TIE right before he was able to get a signal out."

"And how do you know that exactly?"

Ellra stepped up. "I saw him, General."

"Excuse me?"

She took a deep breath and said, "I could see the pilot in my mind's eye. I fired just as he was about to contact his commander."

General Organa folded her arms. "Cadet Oka, you're Force Sensitive?"

"No, General, I…" Ellra paused and glanced sideways at Poe. "I'm something like that. Call it what you prefer, please."

The general nodded slowly.

"General," said Poe, "it's what makes her such a great shot. She can see things. Little glimpses. She knew Nunzix was a traitor, she just didn't have the ability to articulate the feelings she was getting."

General Organa considered Ellra for a long moment before saying, "You're officially Sergeant Oka."

"Ma'am?"

"You're promoted. I want you to participate more in short missions. But I'm ordering Commander Dameron," said the general, turning to Poe, "to avoid putting you in situations like today until you have more experience."

The pair saluted.

"Yes, ma'am," they said in unison.

After her promotion, Ellra was very disappointed to find Black Squadron being sent on a string of missions in which she could not participate. She was stuck at base, caring for her animals and practicing her shooting. And palling around with Ilya, of course, who kept her mind busy, though Ilya had far less free time now that she was dating the pretty mechanic with the long hair.

She visited Bastian in the medbay one morning, and found he wore a neck brace to help him recover from the severe whiplash he suffered upon impacting the moon's surface.

"If it ain't my hero!" he called as Ellra entered.

"Shush, don't say that," she said. "Here, I brought you some muffins from the kitchen."

"Love muffins," he said, opening the little basket.

"Are you in pain?" asked Ellra, sitting beside the bed.

"Nah, they keep me doped up. Don't want me hurting myself worse."

"Bastian, I'm… I'm glad you're okay," said Ellra, looking as sheepish as she felt. "I'm so sorry you got hurt."

"Thanks, love," said Bastian, mouth full of muffin. "It ain't your fault, though. It was that damn First Order pilot. He didn't even wait for orders before taking me out."

"Unless his orders were to take out anything he spotted."

"Ooh, good point. I didn't think of that."

Ellra bid her friend goodbye and headed out to train.

Ellra called home one evening to find her cousin visibly upset.

"What happened, Marcha?" she asked in Ishta

Marcha sniffled and answered in the same language, "Karak has disappeared. He went into town one evening for ingredients and never came back. We're afraid something bad has happened to him!"

Karak, the man who had escorted Ellra to D'Qar, was like family to her. She was raised by her father and Karak had been like his brother, acting as the chief's advisor.

"Oh, no," said Ellra, returning to Basic. "No one in town has seen him?"

"A man in the market remembers selling fruit to him, but no one has seen anything since! Uncle is beside himself," said Marcha, referring to the chief.

Ellra couldn't stop the tears from coming now.

"Karak," she sobbed. "Please come home."

Ellra couldn't forget the peril her dear friend was facing, but remembered that she had duties to perform and "sucked it up."

One afternoon, Poe asked her to accompany him to high command. He seemed solemn, and it filled Ellra's heart with dread.

"Sargeant Oka," said the general. "How would you feel about being a spy?"

Ellra was shocked to hear this. Her heart began to race, but then she looked down at herself and shook her head.

"I don't look like a spy," she deadpanned.

Poe shot the general a look that said, "I told you so."

"Yes," said General Organa. "Plain and simple. You look like a peasant from a planet with a hot climate."

"I wonder why I look like a peasant from a planet with a hot climate," said Ellra, turning a judgmental gaze to Poe.

"Stop being immature, Ellra," said the general. "You wanted to participate more. Poe is offering you an opportunity."

"Poe suggested this?" she cried.

"I did not!" retorted Poe. "General!"

"You did. Your exact words were 'I wish Ellra could go with me. She'd make sure I blended in,'" said the general matter-of-factly, fixing Poe with a withering gaze.

"You did say that, Commander," said Connix, nodding at them over her shoulder.

"I wasn't serious!" said Poe, as if that were obvious. "She's a civilian in our care."

"Poe!" said Ellra. "I'm not a civilian anymore! Why are you comfortable with me observing on Red Squadron's missions and not this one?"

Poe's mouth was set in a thin line. He said, "Those missions were supposed to be easy. That TIE fighter was out of his area. This mission is dangerous.

"Ellra is not a civilian now; she's a sergeant," said General Organa, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Poe sighed and looked at Ellra, a helpless look in his eyes.

She contemplated a moment.

"I don't particularly like why I've been chosen to escort Commander Dameron on this mission, but it is the opportunity to show my dedication to the Resistance that I've been asking for," she finally said. "I'd like to go."

"Ell…" began Poe.

"No, Poe. I want to help, go on real missions. If the only way I can do that is by wrapping my head in a shawl and looking nonthreatening, then let the spirits deem it so and I'll thank them for the chance."

General Organa looked satisfied with herself and Poe looked both proud and completely resigned.

"Then we won't disappoint them. Let's get you briefed," said Poe, clapping Ellra's shoulder encouragingly.

Ellra watched Poe open the cabinet and examine the smaller caliber blasters hanging inside.

"We don't have a lot of low power blasters," he said absently, chewing his lip. "I want something with little kickback and high accuracy…"

"I don't need a low power blaster," said Ellra. "You've trained me. I can handle a standard issue."

"Yes, you can," said Poe, fixing her with a stern gaze over his shoulder. "In training, surrounded by other trained soldiers, in a quiet setting, uninterrupted. You and I are going to be in a very busy spaceport, surrounded by civilians. I trust your judgment and training, but I don't trust circumstance to let you work to the best of your current abilities. I'm not putting innocent people at risk just because you want to show off."

"I thought you said nothing was going to happen," said Ellra, squinting at him knowingly, referring to the short explanation he had just given her of the mission.

"Nothing is going to happen. But we prepare for every eventuality. I want you able to defend yourself and others when the need arises. And you will…" Poe selected a blaster from the cabinet and turned, placing it in Ellra's open hands, adding, "…With this."

Ellra looked down at the weapon in her hands. It was a third the weight of the standard issue blasters the soldiers trained with, sleek and pewter instead of clunky and grey. It was accented with yellow and black stripes.

"They call it the Stinger," said Poe as Ellra held the weapon at arm's length and winked at the sight, tilting her head this way and that.

"The Stinger?" she repeated, looking up at Poe, lowering the blaster.

He nodded, grinning.

"You get to shoot the Bunker Blaster Nine-Thousand and I run into a life-and-death situation with the Lil' Stinger at my hip?"

Poe laughed, tossing his head back.

"You got it!" he said, clapping Ellra's shoulder before kissing her on the cheek.

She shook her head slowly, feeling the weight of the blaster in her hand, hoping she wouldn't need it.

"Now, our cover is we're newly married moisture farmers on honeymoon," said Poe, typing the coordinates into the nav computer of the small transport they were using.

"This sounds like a spy holo," said Ellra, knotting and unknotting the scarf around her head in a nervous repetition.

"Can you make your hair any flatter under there?" he asked. "Your silhouette is a little unique."

Ellra made a face.

"Poe, no one knows me."

He sighed. "If you go on multiple undercover missions, you need to make sure you blend in and don't leave an impression. You need to be forgettable, and Sunshine…?"

"Yes?"

"You're unforgettable."

"Poe, you charmer," giggled Ellra.

"But seriously, please wet it or something. You look like a Twi'lek under that scarf."

"Poe," said Ellra, plaiting her hair smoothly down the back, "I know what you're worried about. I know why you're nervous. Please don't be. If things get sticky – "

"Things won't get sticky," interrupted Poe.

"If they get sticky," she reiterated, emphasizing the first word, "you have my word I will follow your every order to the letter."

"Promise?"

"On my life," she said, reaching across the space between them and patting his arm.

Ellra had never seen so many different kinds of fruits.

The central market of Mos Denma on Tattooine was twenty times bigger than the market in the town near her village. There were hundreds of different kinds of fruits as well as vegetables, roots, seeds, plants, nuts, preserved meats, pickles and jams, folk art and crafts, carpets, pottery, entertainment devices and computers, health and beauty products, textiles, clothes, and shoes.

"Poe, am I allowed to pick up a souvenir?" she asked, eyeing a tin of roasted nuts.

Poe chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He kissed her temple as cover for leaning into her ear and muttering, "It's your credits. Just don't get distracted from the mission."

"Yes, yes," she said softly, exchanging some credits for the tin of nuts and a basket of popped seeds, tucking them safely in the woven bag she carried.

As the pair walked away together, Poe said, "Okay, I may have spotted our contact. I want you to go over to that booth of knitted things and hold up some baby clothes and ooh and ahh over it, okay?"

"Okay."

"But keep your eye on the man in the blue turban. We're looking for hints that he's the one."

"Gotcha."

Ellra approached the tiny booth, its table piled high with knitted hats and scarves and tiny outfits, and grabbed what looked like a dress for a tiny human. She picked it up and gasped and affectionately called for Poe.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a human male in a blue turban, looking at fruits at a nearby booth, but also looking around nervously. Poe was a meter behind him, asking a seller a price.

"Darling, come look at these baby things," she called, turning to Poe.

Poe turned and bumped into the man in the turban, knocking the man's bag out of his hand.

"I'm sorry, pal, let me get that," said Poe, kneeling.

The barrel of a blaster was visible, sticking out of the bag. Poe closed it up and handed it back to the man.

"Have you seen the twin suns rising?" Poe asked, repeating the code they were supposed to use. "I hear it's gorgeous."

"What? No. Go away," said the man, gently shoving Poe's side and walking away.

Ellra was quickly beside Poe, wrapping her arms around his middle and leaning up for a kiss.

"What happened, darling?" she asked.

"Wrong guy," Poe said softly into her ear.

"Weird."

The first of the twin suns was sinking behind the dunes when the pair spotted their real contact. He was a green man with a small mouth, large black eyes, and a smattering of course black hairs on his head. He wore pale desert garb and a patterned poncho. He spotted Poe at a café table and approached them.

"You stick out like a sore thumb, Clove," he said to Poe, using his code name.

"Something something twin suns?" said Poe, sipping the last of his drink.

"It's too late for that. I've been following you all day and you're an embarrassment. Come with me."

The pair rose and followed the man back through the still crowded market and to a narrow alleyway. Ellra walked a step behind Poe and listened for any hints of danger from the spirits.

Somehow, over all the noises in the busy market, she picked up a modulated voice. She didn't hear what it said, but everything in her told her that they were walking into a trap.

"Poe!" she called, stopping short.

Poe didn't hear her. He paused at the entrance to the alleyway and looked around him before following the contact between the sand plaster buildings.

Ellra reached under her poncho and slipped the blaster out of her belt, flicking off the safety. She rushed around the corner into the alley, stopping to see Poe frozen with his hands up.

She didn't think. Her body made the movements and she went along for the ride.

Three shots. And a fourth. Through the poncho.

Two Stormtroopers clattered to the dusty ground and the garment sizzled.

The next three shots were fired at the retreating traitor. Two hit the alley wall, but the last one hit between his shoulder blades.

"Nice shooting!" yelled Poe, grabbing Ellra's arm.

He jerked her away, out of the alley, back through the thick crowd of the market, and down a side street.

The paused by an empty fruit stall to catch their breath.

"How did you know?" asked Poe, leaning on the side of the building that protected the street from view of the market.

"The spirits," breathed Ellra, turning the safety on her gun and slipping it back under her belt.

"Spirits my ass," said Poe. "You're as Force Sensitive as the day you were you born."

"Maybe!" she cried, exasperated. "I don't know! It's not what I was taught!"

Poe smiled and stepped in front of Ellra, snaking his arms around her waist.

"Thank you," he said, his lips brushing her ear through the scarf. "You saved me back there."

She kissed his temple before whispering, "Anything for you, my love."

Poe leaned back to look at Ellra's face for a moment, smiling wistfully as he did.

"We're not out of the woods yet," he said, looking around them. "We need to find some place to hide. I'm sure our transport is being monitored at the lot."

Ellra nodded. "Let's go."

The pair took side street after back alley, taking the long way back to the landing field. They stopped near the edge of town, hiding in a small abandoned building.

They rested for an hour, waiting for the search to die down and for the glow of the suns to dissipate. They put Poe's scarf over Ellra's tunic to hide the conspicuous hole and scorch mark, and straightened one another's clothes.

"Ready?" said Poe, rising and dusting off his pants.

"As sentiently possible," said Ellra, reaching up to straighten the scarf twisted around Poe's head.

"Okay."

When they exited their hiding place, a sandstorm was beginning to whip up. Sand swirled between the buildings and the wind whistled through the city.

They walked slowly through the streets, arms around each other to look like evening revelers. The reached a small patch of desert, fenced off from the rest of town, packed with interstellar vehicles.

Inside, it was quiet, no one arriving or departing at the moment. The ships loomed in the dark like sleeping creatures. Ellra felt a strong sense of unease as she passed them.

At the end of a row, the pair stopped and peeked around a corner. They spotted their little shuttle surrounded by Stormtroopers.

"Now what?" whispered Ellra, eyeing Poe.

"We knew this was the case. Let's grab that Quadjumper over there and split," he said, pointing across the way to a sporty looking number.

"Stealing?" hissed Ellra.

"It's a trade! Our ship for someone else's!"

"Oh, Poe."

The pair snuck halfway down a row of ships before doubling back towards the Quadjumper.

Before they could lower the ramp, a modulated voice called, "They're over here! Open fire!"

Ellra whipped out her blaster and started shooting at everything white while ducking behind the landing gear. Poe struggled to key open the loading ramp with one hand while returning fire with the other. The whipping sand made them harder to hit, but it also worked equally as well for the Stormtroopers.

One, two, three troopers clattered to the ground while four more fired on the couple. The ramp lowered and they rushed inside as shots rained down. Ellra felt Poe trip beside her on the ramp, momentarily taking a knee.

"Fire her up," cried Poe, a solid step behind.

Ellra threw herself in the copilot's seat and started the engines, a little slower than Poe would because she was unfamiliar with the controls.

The ship shuddered as one of the Stormtroopers fired a blaster rifle from the ground. A shot hit the engine and it whined as it struggled to stay alive.

Poe collapsed in the pilot's seat beside Ellra and activated the shields.

"We're okay now," he said. "Get us out of here."

"Poe, engine three is dead. We can't break atmo just yet. We gotta get her steady!" said Ellra.

He nodded and flipped switches, toggling the stabilizers, trying to get the ship level.

Another shot rocked the ship, this time much bigger. The shields stuttered. When the second big blast hit, everything went dark.

"Ion canon," said Poe lowly. "Dammit."

"Disabled?" cried Ellra, grabbing for the unresponsive controls out of pure instinct.

"Strap in, Ell," said Poe, reaching for her waist. "We're goin' down!"

The ship started falling out of the sky, buffeted by the sandstorm. It whirled and spun before tumbling to the surface and rolling wildly down a sand dune.

Ellra woke with a start.

Thank the spirits, quadjumpers were nigh indestructible. The sand and wind swirled violently outside, but Ellra was certain she was uninjured.

"Poe?" she hissed.

"I'm awake," groaned Poe, reaching for her hand.

As she took his hand, Ellra felt a horrible pain in her side. It grew from a dull ache until she couldn't see.

She reasoned that she had been shot during the escape and adrenaline had prevented her from feeling it until now. She let out a soft cry of pain as she felt of her right side. Finding herself uninjured, it dawned on her what she was feeling.

"Poe!" cried Ellra, jumping out of her seat.

"Huh?" he muttered before passing right out in the pilot's seat, his head lolling back on the cushion.

"Poe!" she cried again, shaking him.

He groaned softly and his eyes fluttered for a moment, but he remained just out of reach of consciousness.

Ellra pushed aside the leather jacket and saw his shirt underneath was singed just at his right ribcage.

"No!"

She pulled the shirt up out of his pants and examined the wound. It wasn't deep and there was very little blood; it actually looked like a big graze, but there was a great deal of charring over his skin and he must have passed out from the pain.

"I'll get you home, love," she said, kissing the corner of his mouth and going to search for a medpack.

The sandstorm whirled all night and didn't dissipate until midmorning. Ellra sat by Poe's side the entire time, checking his breathing, talking to him, holding his hand.

She couldn't contact the Resistance from the ship's unsecured communicator, to her frustration. All she could do was apply some expired bacta strips to Poe's injury. But she did find a comm. in Poe's pocket that she hadn't known about. She used this to contact base and explain the situation.

When the storm cleared, Ellra went outside the ship to check the third engine. It was wrecked, but the little craft could fly with only one engine damaged. Except for the sand piled up and all over the machinery, it looked good to take off.

Ellra strapped Poe back into his seat, careful of his wound, and then herself, ready to try this.

She started the three functioning engines. It took a few moments for the craft to lift off the ground as the moving parts slowly expelled the sand that had built up overnight.

She set the coordinates and prepared to make the jump to hyperspace.

Because Ellra radioed ahead, Kalonia had a hover stretcher waiting on the tarmac when they arrived. Two strong men lifted Poe from his seat and onto the stretcher, wheeling him out of the ship.

This left poor Ellra to explain everything that happened to General Organa by herself.

When the debrief was over, she rushed to the medbay to see Poe.

He was conscious now, his ribcage wrapped in bandages, and laying back on the bed.

"Sunshine," he said, moving to sit up, but grunting in pain and laying back down.

"Don't move, you silly man," said Ellra, rushing to his side.

"It's not serious," he insisted.

"I know. I was there when you passed out from the pain," she said with a little snicker. "Not a big deal at all."

Poe smiled. "It really is just a graze. The bandages are for the charring. It's not serious."

After a long pause, he reached out and took Ellra's hand.

"You saved my life yesterday. Twice if you count getting me home safely after I was shot," he said.

"I wish you told me that you were hurt, instead of making me find out the hard way," said Ellra, partially sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Poe gently kissed her knuckles, much like he did the day they met. "I'm sorry, Sunshine. I didn't realize it actually hit me. And then I thought I could make it back to base. I didn't mean to scare the shit out of you," he said, laughing gently so as not to hurt his side.

"I don't know how the shot cleared your jacket," said Ellra, nodding to the garment, slung on a hook in the wall. "Only your shirt was charred."

Poe stared at her, his face betraying some tender emotion.

"What?" she asked.

"If I tell you, you might laugh at me," he said, slowly grinning.

"Not if I'm thinking the same thing."

"Oh, you gotta get deep, huh? Okay. I was thinking…" said Poe, pausing to sigh thoughtfully. "I was wondering how it was possible to love someone this much."

Ellra beamed. She felt her heart would beat right out of her chest and detonate. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Poe's, accidentally clacking her teeth on his in her haste.

Poe laughed softly in the back of his throat as he returned the kiss. His hands gripped her waist and pulled Ellra closer.

"Gah!" he hissed sharply, pulling away.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Ellra had accidentally put her weight on Poe when she leaned forward and put too much pressure on his injury.

"It's okay. I just gotta take it easy."

"Poe Dameron, take it easy? He doesn't know the meaning of the phrase!" said Ellra, laughing affectionately.

"You're a mean girlfriend," said Poe, matching the laugh.

"When will they release you?"

"Huh? Oh, probably tonight. I don't need to be confined to a room, just have to take it easy. Leia, that is, the general, removed me from active duty for a few days."

"I'm going to keep an eye on you. I worry about my idiot boyfriend," said Ellra, smirking.

"He needs worrying about sometimes," said Poe, reaching up to stroke her cheek.