Ianthe affected boredom as so often, but when the shuttle escaped the planet's halo, she gripped Corona's hand tightly, seeking more reassurance than a placket of grave dirt could provide. Corona didn't need an earthen placebo. She squeezed back, then pulled Ianthe into a hug. She couldn't be Ianthe's cav, but there were ways she could support her.
Through the window, beyond Ianthe's shoulder, the icy rings of the Third looked beautiful. Twenty minutes until their destination. Too short really.
It was good not to have to pretend. Out in space, no one was a necro. They could twins truly.
The End