Mal breathed a deep sigh of relief as River finally set the Firefly down on the dusty red soil of Olaris.
Mal would never be comfortable on the central planets, he found them unsettling, far to many rules and the too perfectness of these places made him uneasy even though River and Simon had been pardoned following the events on Miranda, meaning the Alliance were no longer a threat to his crews wellbeing there ever presentness still troubled him.
He heard the familiar sound of the mules engine fire up and hurried down to join Zoë in the hold, rather than taking his usual position in the front with Zoë, Mal clambered into the rear of the vehicle and Jayne came carefully down the narrow stairway, his muscle bound arms wrapped securely around his precious cargo. Something about Mists trusting manner and the mercs uncharacteristic gentleness made Mal a little uneasy. In fact a whole lot of things about the girl and the change that had come over his crew since her arrival made Mal uneasy, it was as if she was a witch who had cast an enchanting spell over them all, it wasn't anything but a good thing that her stay had been so short, merciful even Mal decided.
Mist smiled serenely up at the huge merc as he passed her to Mal who settled her comfortably against him and Mal could have sworn that Jayne almost blushed, which certainly wasn't something they experienced every day. He swung himself up into the front seat next to muttering gruffly to himself as she revved up the engine.
"Looks like a nice place this" Zoë surmised as she pulled up outside the house where Mists uncle and aunt were said to reside. Two people presumably Mists uncle and aunt emerged from the open doorway.
They were neatly presented, there clothes all pressed and the like, well to do respectable folk, who smiled warmly at them as Jayne lifted Mist into his arms once more. It made Zoë envious, made her kind what might have been.
The uncle stepped forward and shook hands with Mal enquiring if there journey had been good, his wife offered them all refreshments that Mal politely declined as her husband greeted his niece and took her from the now familiar security of Jayne's arms and carried her inside her new home. Zoë noticed both the men watching the now closed door of Mists new home and decided that there was definitely something bewitching about the girl.