A few hours later they woke in each others arms. Shepard leg was draped over Thane's, while his rested between her thighs next to her sweetness. Their hips were pressed together. His chin rested on top of her head. Her face nuzzled into his neck. The alarm went off and Shepard used a pistol on the bookshelf to shoot it. She hated that particular piece of tech. Thane was looking at her.

"Was that necessary, Siha?"

"No. But it was fun." She replied. She replaced the pistol and started to get up. He pulled her back down. "Mëha, what are you doing?" She smiled.

"I want to hold you." He said.

"You've been holding me all night. We have to get to our duties." She tried to get up again. He was stronger than he looked.

"They will still be there. It's you're ship. We can do our duties whenever you want."

She didn't like this. It wasn't like him to be so... lazy and careless. "What's going on Thane. This isn't like you."

Thane blinked a few times before answering. "You are correct of corse." He released her and sat up. "Perhaps I will go to the med-bay." He cleaned and dressed quickly and left the room.

Shepard sat, still naked, on the bed. She was at a loss as to what had just happened. He was acting so unusual, so... needy. Something wasn't right.

As the day went on, Thane made effort to avoid her. He took the ducts to get where he needed to go instead of the elevator. He spent time in the cargo bay practicing his combat and assassination skills. He found quiet places to meditate where she wouldn't find him. He could be as illusive as he wanted to be.

She was correct. Why had he acted in that way? He was not himself. The memory of coming so close to death rose to the surface. His eyes unfocus.

"My body is sliding down the platform. I cannot stop myself, there's nothing to grab hold of. She throws herself after me. She's sliding to oblivion with me, trying to catch me. She grasps my wrist as I grasp hers. Our grip slips. I'm desperately trying to reach her. I'm am certain we are both going to die. My body slides off the egde. I am weightless for what seems like an eternity. Her hand firmly grips mine. The platform levels. I praise the goddess Arashu. The platform tilts the opposite way. Our bodies roll down it to certain death. We're knocked off corse by falling debris. Nothing. I hear her voice as through water. She speaks her name for me. "Mëha, come back to me." Her tear falls on my cheek. I hear a sound like a mighty river. My eyes open. A light shines like a celestial halo around her body from the door way beyond. It reflects around the paint on her armor, making the symbol of the wings appear on the walls behind her when they should not. She is a warrior angle sent by Arashu. She is my Siha."

His eyes focus on the flat metal wall in front of him. Tears are streaming down his face. He was saved. She saved him and then cured him. He's dedicated the life she saved to her. He loves her. Why can he not move on from the memory of death? He prays and meditates, asking for guidance, searching for answers.

Shepard made her rounds. Filled out reports. Checked the engine's status. Ran diagnostics. Re-read data files and notes Mordin left on his research on Kelplar's in case there were possible side effects they missed. She couldn't help it. She didn't find anything, though. She decided to send a message to the salarian doctor. He would be with his family by now. She had promised without prompting not to disturb him unless it was an emergency. She wasn't sure if this qualified, but she sure as hell wasn't going to wait to find out.