Elanore entered Sarek's tent warily, not wanting to startle the Vulcan but unsure how exactly she was suppose to knock on a door that was made entirely of fabric. She stopped in the cosy front section of the tent, seeing a simple wooden table and chairs set out with plates and breathed in the smells of cooking from the stone hearth in the corner.

"Sarek?" Elanore called, clasping the ceramic bowl in her hands tightly and gazing around her. The drapes across the separate private sleeping area parted and Sarek emerged, inclining his head when he noticed the human woman standing awkwardly in the main area of his tent with a bowl clutched to her chest.

"Miss Troi, it is good to see you well." He said simply, his voice gravely and cool but somehow it calmed Elanore immensely. She had always enjoyed Sarek's company. He was logical and spoke in a manner that was not bias or overrun by emotion and Elanore found it extremely refreshing.

"And you, Sarek. I brought soup to start. I hope you don't mind." She spoke softly, placing the bowl down in the middle of the table before letting a small smile come to her lips.

"That would be illogical, Miss Troi. Is it an Earth delicacy?" Sarek queried simply, hands clasped in front of him stoically, his eyes emotionless but Elanore felt strangely at home.

"It's an acquired taste, I believe. It's usually made with an Earth vegetable called 'cauliflower' but I substituted it with Vulcan vegetables and herbs." Elanore explained and Sarek nodded simply.

"Father." Both Elanore and Sarek turned at Spock's voice and he bowed his head at the two before him.

"Miss Troi." He greeted simply and Elanore smiled up at him.

"Hi Spock. What have I said about calling me Miss Troi?" She replied.

"My apologies...Elanore." Spock fumbled over her first name slightly before Sarek gestured for Elanore and himself to take a seat at the table, before entering the small make shift kitchen and gathering bowls and a ladle for the soup. They sat in silence as Sarek served them a small portion of the steaming broth before they all began to eat. Once they had finished their soup, Sarek brought out the main meal which was a seasoned strange shaped bird and steamed vegetables and single servings of Layben.

Elanore smiled as Spock moved to serve the three of them, placing a modest amount of Layben on her plate, meeting her eyes with a raised brow that made her chuckle quietly. The food was delicious and Elanore soon found herself feeling full and content and she sat back in her chair and sighed. She then stood and cleared the table, washing and rinsing the plates and serving dishes in the deep wash bowl before her.

"Elanore, will you join us back at the table." Sarek voiced and Elanore turned, wiping her hands before re-entering the main room of the tent and looking at both Spock and Sarek expectantly. Spock still sat at the table, hands clasped in his lap and his eyes raised to observe her but Sarek was standing in the middle of the room, a parcel wrapped in brown paper perched in both of his hands.

"Elanore Troi, you have been an invaluable help to the Vulcan people. You have aided as in rebuilding a new society and a new home for ourselves. We are forever grateful." Sarek explained and Elanore felt tears pricking her eyes as he walked toward her and extended the parcel out to her. She took it with a smile and a respectful incline of her head before removing the brown paper and gasping, her eyes going wide. Clutched in her hands was an old, worn leather bound journal, its pages discoloured and blank and the cover etched with Vulcan markings.

"Spock had informed me that it was a customary gesture for humans to present gifts to those they consider friends. My son and I consider you someone worthy of such a title." Sarek said in his usual cool Vulcan voice but Elanore knew that this was an extremely uncommon gesture of a Vulcan, especially one of full blood. Of course it had been partly Spock's doing but Elanore knew that his father would have had no part in the matter if he did not share Spock's sentiments.

"You once voiced your pleasure at writing in a journal as opposed to a transference of information to a data pad. Therefore I believed this particular gift to be appropriate." Spock added.

"I love it, Spock. Thank you. Both of you." Elanore said earnestly, a tear running down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away.

"You are most welcome, Elanore." Spock replied.

"The hour grows late." Sarek finally said and Elanore nodded, grasping the journal possessively to her chest before sighing deeply. A large part of her didn't want to leave New Vulcan, to leave the people she had met and grown fond of, to leave her friends. She almost felt as if she were abandoning them too soon but she had a new duty and both herself and Spock would have to leave.

Spock seemed to sense her hesitation and inner turmoil and motioned her toward the tent doors with Sarek in toe. Elanore stepped out into the warm night air, the wind having died down hours before. She looked upward and stared at the many stars and clusters of stars above her, picking out the three bright unwavering lights in the East as planets easily. Elanore contentedly watched the odd meteor spring across the sky in a fiery blur as herself, Spock and Sarek stood silently, similarly wrapped in the wonders of space.

"I am certain you shall return to us one day, Elanore." Sarek comforted simply and logically and Elanore nodded and let a soft smile come to her lips.

"Thank you, Sarek. For everything." -

"Your thanks is not needed, Miss Troi." Sarek replied sincerely before turning to her in the moonlight and bringing his hand up in the Vulcan sign.

"Live long and prosper, Elanore Troi." -

"And you, Sarek."