As always, he sighed when her monthly care package was delivered to his desk.
As always, it contained a small package of Vulcan tea, an actual antique book or two (usually of pre-reformation poetry), varying packages of "supplementary foodstuffs" (snacks), and a hand knit scarf.
She knitted when she worried about him.
Evidently she worried a lot.
The pile of scarves had gotten so ridiculously large he asked me for help giving them away. He'd already given me three.
Gaila got one.
Chekov.
McCoy.
Even Kirk, for looking motherless one cold day.
All grateful recipients of Amanda's infamous worry scarves.