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Thrawn x fem!reader

No warning just reader being a flirt and it’s hella long.

**This is my first fic I have ever written so PLEASE be gentle with me lmao**

*This was base of a dream I had and the story between my oc and Thrawn but I changed it so all could enjoy!*

The warmth of the academy lounge was a welcome reprieve from the biting winter wind outside. Cadets gathered in groups, the buzz of laughter and conversation filling the air as they relished the start of winter break. At a corner table, Thrawn and Eli sat with (y/n), their conversation a curious mix of formality and casual banter.

(y/n) leaned forward slightly, her smile warm as she addressed the two. “So, what do you both have planned for the break? Any big adventures?”

Eli chuckled, shaking his head. “Nothing too exciting. Maybe catch up on some reading or explore the city a bit. What about you?”

“I was thinking about heading out with some friends tonight,” (y/n) replied, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “It’s been a long semester, and we could all use a little fun.”

Thrawn observed her quietly, his expression as composed as ever. “And how do you define ‘fun,’ Cadet?” he asked, his voice calm but curious.

(y/n) tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. “You’ll see if you come along,” she teased.

Before either of them could respond, another voice chimed in from across the room.

“(y/n)! (y/n)! Come on, we need to get ready for tonight!” a girl calls out, rushing toward (y/n).

Thrawn observes the interaction curiously, his sharp gaze following the girl’s approach.

Eli glances between them, intrigued. “What’s happening tonight?”

(y/n) smiles. “It’s winter break, so a bunch of our classmates are going out dancing.”

Thrawn’s brows furrow slightly, his expression remaining composed but betraying his disinterest in the concept of “dancing.” Eli, on the other hand, perks up.

“Dancing, huh? Got a specific place in mind?” he asks, his enthusiasm apparent.

“Yeah, 79’s! You guys should come. It’s a great way to meet people!” (y/n) replies cheerfully.

Thrawn’s expression remains stoic, though inwardly, he cringes at the idea of attending such an event. Eli, however, grins.

“79’s? Sounds like fun. We might have to check it out.”

(y/n)’s friend tugs on her arm. “(y/n), hurry up!”

(y/n) glances back at Thrawn and Eli. “I gotta go, but I hope to see you both there!” She flashes a warm smile, her gaze lingering on Thrawn for a moment before she rushes off.

Thrawn nods politely, his face revealing nothing. Eli gives her a genuine smile.

“We’ll think about it,” Eli promises.

Thrawn watches her leave, a small, reluctant spark of curiosity stirring within him at the idea of seeing her outside their usual environment.

Eli notices the flicker of interest in Thrawn’s otherwise impassive demeanor. “You don’t look too excited about dancing,” Eli teases.

Thrawn exhales lightly. “I find little appeal in such frivolous social engagements.”

Eli chuckles. “You might be surprised. It could be… enlightening to observe our classmates in a more relaxed setting.”

Thrawn raises a brow, sensing there’s more to Eli’s suggestion than meets the eye. “How so?”

Eli shrugs, a sly smile forming. “Let’s just say you might gain some interesting insights—especially about Cadet (y/n).”

Thrawn’s gaze sharpens momentarily, though his expression remains calm. “Indeed. Observing her in a different context could prove… informative.”

Eli grins, satisfied. “That’s the spirit. We’re going.”

A Few Hours Later

(y/n), dressed in a tasteful purple dress that compliments her curves without being ostentatious, dances with her friends at the bar. Her (h/c) hair flows freely as she moves with confident ease.

Thrawn and Eli enter the bustling club, immediately drawing curious glances. Thrawn scans the room with precision, noting the faces and chaotic energy of the scene.

Eli leans in. “See anything interesting?”

Thrawn’s gaze lands on (y/n), her vibrant dress and radiant energy catching his attention. “Yes,” he says simply, his tone calm yet deliberate.

Eli follows his line of sight and smirks. “Looks like she’s having a good time.”

Thrawn doesn’t respond, his eyes lingering on her graceful movements. Despite the noise and chaos, she stands out, exuding a confidence and charm that captivates him.

Noticing her wave in their direction, Thrawn registers a flicker of surprise but offers a polite nod in return.

Eli nudges him playfully. “She saw us.”

“Indeed,” Thrawn replies, his tone measured as he continues to observe her.

Eli, sensing his friend’s intrigue, grins. “You’re staring.”

“I am observing,” Thrawn counters firmly.

Eli chuckles, leaving to grab a drink.

As Thrawn scans the crowd again, he realizes (y/n) is no longer visible. A faint hint of irritation tugs at him, though he maintains his composure.

“Not a fan of large crowds, are you?” (y/n)’s voice startles him from behind.

Thrawn stiffens briefly before turning to see her, an amused glint in her eyes. “Cadet,” he greets, quickly regaining his composure. “What makes you assume that?”

“You seem like the type who’d prefer a quiet library to a nightclub,” (y/n) teases.

Thrawn considers her words, finding them surprisingly accurate. “A fair assessment. The noise and proximity of so many people make it difficult to interpret their behaviors.”

(y/n) tilts her head, intrigued. “Do you struggle with social cues?”

Thrawn’s brow lifts slightly. “You are observant, Cadet. Yes, understanding subtle social dynamics does not come naturally to me.”

“Me neither, sometimes,” (y/n) admits, surprising him. “I overthink them because of my anxiety.”

Thrawn studies her, intrigued by her vulnerability. “So, it is the overanalysis of cues rather than the cues themselves that poses a challenge?”

“Exactly. It depends on the situation. Big crowds or important events make it worse.”

Thrawn nods thoughtfully. “Managing emotional responses in such settings requires discipline. Have you found effective methods?”

“Breathing exercises and meditation have helped a lot,” she replies.

Thrawn’s eyes glint with respect. “An admirable approach. Meditation cultivates clarity and calm—a valuable skill.”

(y/n) smiles. “What’s your ideal night out, then?”

Thrawn pauses. “A tranquil environment conducive to intellectual pursuits or strategic planning. Certainly not one involving flailing limbs and chaotic noise.”

(y/n) laughs softly. “Maybe you just haven’t found the right style of dance yet.”

Thrawn smirks faintly. “Perhaps. But I doubt I would find it efficient.”

“Let’s test that theory,” (y/n) says, finishing her drink and grabbing her coat.

Thrawn hesitates. “Where are we going?”

“I’ll show you. Trust me,” she replies, her confidence infectious.

Thrawn considers her offer before rising to follow. “Lead the way, Cadet.”

(y/n) leads them out of the bar and into the city, guiding Thrawn through the vibrant nightlife of Coruscant. The bustling streets, alive with activity, stand in stark contrast to the tranquility he prefers, but his curiosity keeps him engaged.

"May I inquire as to where we're headed?" he asks, his deep voice steady.

“No, that’s spoilers,” (y/n) replies with a smirk.

Thrawn raises an eyebrow at her teasing response, intrigued by her secrecy. "Very well," he says, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I shall await the mystery."

(y/n) sighs, looking up at him. “You said flailing limbs and rhythmic shuffling was ‘inefficient.’ I’m going to show you that you’re wrong!”

Thrawn’s smirk grows slightly. "Such confidence, Cadet. I am curious to see how you plan on proving me wrong."

They arrive at the Imperial Ballet, its grand facade illuminated against the night. (y/n) stops to admire the beautiful building. Thrawn pauses beside her, his eyes scanning the intricate architecture.

"Impressive," he remarks. "A place of culture, it seems."

(y/n) glances up at him. “Come on!” she says, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward a nearby alleyway.

Caught off guard, Thrawn allows himself to be led, curiosity flickering in his expression. "Where exactly are we headed?" he asks.

(y/n) reaches the alley, spotting a fire escape ladder that stops just above her head. With a frustrated sigh, she removes her heels and turns to Thrawn. “Give me a boost!”

Thrawn observes her for a moment before stepping forward. "A rather... unconventional path," he notes with a faint trace of amusement. Nevertheless, he cups his hands, ready to lift her. "Up you go, Cadet."

“Don’t look up my dress,” (y/n) jokes, slipping off her heels.

Thrawn rolls his eyes but refrains from looking. "Do you ever stop with the relentless flirting?" he says slightly annoyed.

“Not when it comes to you, Lieutenant,” (y/n) replies with a mischievous smile as she climbs up.

Thrawn shakes his head, faint amusement tugging at his lips. "You are quite bold, I will give you that."

(y/n) disappears through a window, leaving him momentarily alone. He waits patiently until the door below swings open, revealing her triumphant grin.

"Ah, there you are," Thrawn says, his tone even. "What is the purpose of this... secret entrance?"

“I don’t want to pay for a ticket just to prove you wrong. Besides, where we’re going has the best seat in the house,” (y/n) replies with a sly smile.

Thrawn arches an eyebrow, impressed by her audacity. "Ah, so we are trespassing," he remarks, shaking his head. "I should have known."

“It’s not trespassing; it’s appreciating art for free!” (y/n) retorts as she begins climbing another ladder.

Thrawn follows her, his movements precise and quiet. "An interesting perspective on the situation," he says dryly. "I hope your 'appreciation' does not involve breaking more rules."

“Nope, this is it,” (y/n) responds as she perches on a walkway overlooking the stage below.

Thrawn settles beside her, his gaze falling on the ballet performance. "I must confess," he murmurs, "this is not exactly the kind of 'dancing' I had in mind when I made my earlier comment."

Below, a duet unfolds, the male dancer lifting his partner with effortless grace. (y/n) watches, a soft smile on her face. “Not all dances are loud and obnoxious. I thought this would be more your style.”

Thrawn studies the intricate choreography, his keen eyes noting the precision in every movement. "Hm, I stand corrected," he admits reluctantly. "This is... graceful and precise. However, I still maintain that it is inefficient for combat."

“That’s where you’re also wrong. Have you not seen me fight?” (y/n) counters, her tone playful yet confident.

Thrawn leans back slightly, considering her words. "Indeed, I have witnessed your fighting prowess. You move with speed and precision—your combat skills are formidable." He pauses, his gaze shifting back to the dancers. "But tell me, how does something like this, ballet, benefit someone in combat?"

(y/n) gestures toward the female dancer below. “Watch her,” she says with a knowing smile.

Thrawn focuses on the dancer, analyzing her movements. Her footwork is delicate, her balance impeccable, and her control over every motion speaks to immense discipline.

“You study art to learn your opponent’s moves; this is another form of art. So study it,” (y/n) explains.

Thrawn nods, impressed by her insight. "You have a point," he concedes. "Ballet, like art, is a form of expression through movement. Analyzing it can provide insight into the body control and precision required for combat."

He watches intently, his analytical mind dissecting every detail. "The female dancer's footwork... it’s delicate, precise. She utilizes her core strength to maintain balance and control."

“Do you see it now?” (y/n) asks, her smile widening.

Thrawn considers her question, a hint of admiration glimmering in his eyes. "I see," he replies thoughtfully. "Ballet demands incredible discipline, precision, and control. It is not merely a performance but a demonstration of technical prowess. In that sense, perhaps I was wrong in assuming it to be inefficient for combat."

(y/n) laughs, nudging him playfully with her elbow. “Does saying you’re wrong happen a lot to you?”

Thrawn smirks, meeting her gaze with a glint of humor. "Admittedly, it does not happen often. But I am capable of admitting when I am incorrect."

He glances at her, a touch of amusement in his gaze. "Are you planning on reminding me of this often?"

“Maybe we shall see,” (y/n) says, bumping his elbow lightly.

"You enjoy challenging my confidence, don't you?" Thrawn remarks, his smirk lingering.

“And you enjoy the challenge,” (y/n) replies with a knowing look.

Thrawn holds her gaze, a subtle spark of understanding passing between them. "I admit, your unique perspective and audacity do keep things... interesting," he says, his voice tinged with amusement.

“Not exactly a compliment, but I’ll take it,” (y/n) says with a smile, turning her attention back to the performance.

Thrawn’s expression softens as he follows her gaze. "You are a unique individual, Cadet," he says with quiet respect. They sit in companionable silence, watching the ballet in the soft glow of the stage lights.As the peaceful silence stretches between them, Thrawn’s analytical mind begins to stir. His thoughts drift to (y/n)’s familiarity with this hidden spot. Given her connection to Colonel Yularen, her knowledge of this clandestine entrance piques his curiosity. He casts a discreet glance her way, noting her composed demeanor. The question lingers in his mind: how did she and her friend stumble upon such a secluded location?

Breaking the quiet, he tilts his head slightly and speaks, his tone casual yet probing. "Cadet," he begins, "I am curious... How exactly did you come to discover this... unique entrance to the theatre?"

(y/n) keeps her gaze fixed on the ballet below, her tone light as she answers, "My friend and I found it one winter."

Thrawn’s sharp gaze narrows slightly, intrigued by the simplicity of her reply. "In the middle of winter, you say?" he echoes, the detail catching his attention. "And you were just... wandering around the theatre, stumbled upon the fire escape, and decided to explore?"

“Hmm? Oh, uh, yeah,” (y/n) replies distractedly, only half paying attention to him.

Thrawn’s eyebrow arches ever so slightly, the faintest trace of skepticism slipping into his tone. "Just a casual wandering during a winter night, and stumbled upon this hidden entrance?" he repeats, leaning forward slightly as he studies her face. "Seems like quite a convenient discovery for two young women wandering around in the cold..."

(y/n) heard Thrawn's skepticism and wondered if he was starting to catch on to her past. She looked up at him, about to say something, when a man’s voice called out, “Hey! Who’s up here?”

Thrawn’s eyes widened slightly at the sudden interruption, his mind already assessing their situation.

“It seems we have been discovered,” he said tersely, scanning their surroundings for an escape route.

“Shit, follow me!” (y/n) hissed, springing to her feet and running.

Thrawn followed without hesitation, his calm demeanor slipping just a fraction.

“Where exactly are we going?” he asked, his tone edged with urgency. “Another convenient escape route?”

“I wouldn’t say convenient,” (y/n) shot back, reaching a window and glancing down.

Thrawn stepped up beside her, peering down at the street below.

“I’m going to assume you have a plan beyond jumping out of the window?” he remarked dryly, his brow arching.

“Not really. You’re going to jump out of the window,” (y/n) said bluntly.

Thrawn blinked, momentarily taken aback by her audacity.

“Excuse me, what?” he asked, disbelief creeping into his voice. “You want me to jump out of a window?”

(y/n) rushed to grab a rope nearby, tying it to a pole.

“Here—now it’s not really jumping!” she said, tossing the rope to him. “Hurry!”

Thrawn eyed the rope, his mind quickly calculating.

“You expect me to rappel down a theater using this?” he asked, his tone tinged with resignation and reluctant admiration for her resourcefulness.

“STOP ASKING QUESTIONS AND GO!” (y/n) snapped, her voice low but urgent as the man’s footsteps grew closer.

With a grimace, Thrawn grabbed the rope.

“Understood,” he said curtly. In one fluid motion, he swung out of the window, beginning his descent with practiced precision.

(y/n) leaned out to watch him, the man’s footsteps growing louder. She grabbed her heels and tossed them out the window after Thrawn. One of them narrowly missed his head.

Thrawn paused mid-descent, glancing up sharply.

“Do try to have better aim when throwing things!” he called up, his voice edged with mild irritation.

“Sorry!” (y/n) whisper-yelled, gripping the rope and starting her own descent. Her hands trembled slightly as she struggled to steady herself.

“Careful!” Thrawn called up, his tone carrying a rare note of concern. “Take it slow!”

Thrawn reached the ground with ease, immediately scanning the area to ensure it was clear. His gaze then snapped upward, watching (y/n)’s progress with a mix of anxiety and admiration.

She was halfway down when her foot slipped. With a gasp, she lost her grip and plummeted toward the ground.

“Kriff!” Thrawn cursed, his instincts taking over. He positioned himself directly below her, bracing for impact.

(y/n) landed squarely on top of him, the force sending them both tumbling backward. Thrawn hit the ground flat on his back, his arms instinctively cradling her to absorb the worst of the fall.

For a moment, they lay there, winded and disoriented. Thrawn stared up at the sky, his chest heaving from the adrenaline, while (y/n) rested her head on his chest.

She looked up at him sheepishly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Thrawn’s gaze shifted to hers, their faces mere inches apart. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart against him.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice breathless but laden with concern.

(y/n)’s cheeks flushed as she nodded, then began to laugh softly.

Thrawn blinked, momentarily caught off guard by her reaction. The corners of his lips quirked upward despite himself.

“You find our predicament funny, do you?” he asked, his tone tinged with dry amusement.

“Kinda,” (y/n) admitted, laughing harder as she started to get up.

Thrawn winced as she shifted off of him but maintained his composure.

“I’m glad to provide some amusement,” he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

As they helped each other to their feet, Thrawn cast a wary glance around.

“We should vacate the premises before we are discovered,” he said quietly.

“Agreed,” (y/n) said, grabbing one of her heels and scanning the ground for the other.

“Hey, you two!” the man from earlier shouted from the far end of the alley.

Thrawn immediately stepped in front of (y/n), his body shielding her from view. His eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation.

“That sounds like our cue to depart,” he murmured, his voice calm but urgent.

As they began to run, (y/n) glanced back.

“My heel!” she cried, pointing to the one still lying on the ground near Thrawn.

Thrawn hesitated briefly, exasperation flickering across his features.

“Your heel?” he repeated, muttering under his breath as he grabbed it.

They ran for several blocks, finally stopping when they were a safe distance away. (y/n) doubled over, laughing as she tried to catch her breath.

“You find this entire ordeal entertaining, don’t you?” Thrawn asked, his composure returning as he observed her with mild bewilderment.

“Yes, yes I do,” (y/n) said between breaths. “How can you not? We just jumped out of a window after sneaking into a ballet. That’s so random!”

Thrawn, despite his usual stoicism, can't suppress a small smirk.

"I must admit, it has been rather... unconventional night, both in entrance and exit." His tone holds a hint of dry amusement, his reserved demeanor slipping ever so slightly.

(y/n) slipped on her remaining heel and looked at Thrawn, who still held the other one in his hand.

Thrawn raised an eyebrow as he observed her unbalanced attempt at footwear.

“Are you planning to hobble the rest of the way?” he asked, his tone betraying a faint hint of humor.

“Hopefully, the gentleman holding the other heel will be gracious and help the damsel in distress,” (y/n) replied, her voice laced with playful sass.

Thrawn’s lip twitched as he fought a smile.

“The damsel in distress?” he repeated incredulously. “You are the furthest thing from a damsel in distress I have ever met.”

He held up the heel, regarding it with amusement.

“But I shall assist you, my lady.”

With that, he knelt, holding the heel steady for her. His movements were deliberate and surprisingly gentle as he helped her slide her foot into it.

(y/n) felt the softness of his touch, her heart skipping slightly.

Thrawn’s gaze flickered to hers briefly as he finished.

“There,” he murmured, his voice warm. “The damsel is no longer in distress.”

(y/n) blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Uh, thank you for catching me back there,” she said, trying to move past the moment.

Thrawn stood, noticing the faint color in her cheeks. His gaze softened as he responded,

“You’re welcome. Though I must admit, your tendency to get into... predicaments is becoming a concerning pattern.”

“Hey, I may get myself into predicaments, but I always get myself out of them,” (y/n) retorted, folding her arms and pouting slightly.

Thrawn raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“Indeed, you do have a remarkable talent for finding trouble—yet also for escaping it unscathed.” He paused, his gaze lingering on her pout.

“Though, I dare say, the latter wouldn’t be necessary if you avoided the former.”

“If I didn’t have the first skill, I wouldn’t get to have you help me with the second one,” (y/n) said, stepping closer with a smirk.

Thrawn felt an uncharacteristic warmth spread through his chest, but he maintained his steady demeanor.

“Are you suggesting that your penchant for trouble exists solely to give me the opportunity to rescue you?” he asked, his tone teasing.

“Oh no,” (y/n) replied with a sly grin. “But it’s definitely a side benefit.”

Thrawn’s composure wavered slightly as he regarded her.

“I see. So you don’t just get into trouble for the pleasure of having someone like me save you?” he asked, his voice steady despite the fluttering in his chest.

“I hope it doesn’t break your heart to know that I don’t,” (y/n) teased, her smile softening. “I can take care of myself, you know.”

Thrawn held her gaze, his usual stoicism slipping as his tone softened.

“I have no doubt you’re capable, Cadet. You are quite... formidable.”

A quiet moment passed between them, the air thick with unspoken tension. Finally, Thrawn broke the silence, his voice warmer than before.

“Though it may benefit us both if you avoided getting into trouble in the first place.”

(y/n) tilted her head with a flirtatious smile.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll try. But I won’t make any promises.”

Thrawn’s composure cracked slightly as he returned her gaze.

“I’ll take your attempts to stay out of trouble with a grain of salt,” he said, his voice tinged with dry humor.

Without thinking, he raised a hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The gesture was intimate, unconscious, and entirely out of character for him.

(y/n)’s (e/c) eyes searched his face, catching the cracks in his stoic exterior as a softer expression surfaced.

Thrawn gazed down at her, his composure faltering under her penetrating stare.

“You have a way of... breaking down my composure, Cadet,” he murmured, his voice unusually quiet.

(y/n) searches Thrawn's eyes, her voice soft with curiosity. “Do I?”

Thrawn's gaze deepens, his usually impenetrable demeanor beginning to waver. A warmth spreads through his chest—an unfamiliar, unnamable sensation.

"Yes, you do..." he whispers, his voice barely audible.

His hand hovers near her face, drawn by an almost irresistible urge to reach out and touch her. For a moment, he is lost in her presence. Then reality reasserts itself, and he realizes how close they’ve become.

Thrawn clears his throat, taking a subtle step back. “Perhaps... we should continue the walk back, Cadet. It’s getting late.” His voice carries a slight strain, betraying the effort it takes to regain his composure.

(y/n)’s heart sinks, but she hides her disappointment with a light tone. “Yes! You’re right. It’s getting late—and cold.”

Thrawn nods, a quiet moment passing as he centers himself. “Indeed. Walking back is wise,” he agrees, his voice settling into its usual steadiness. Yet, as they resume their walk, he finds his thoughts drifting back to her. Despite himself, he steals glances at her, the memory of their shared moment lingering.

As they approach the academy steps, (y/n) breaks the silence. “I hope you had fun. I’m glad I convinced you and Eli to come to the club tonight. Though I bet this wasn’t the evening you had planned.”

Thrawn manages a faint smile, his thoughts still tangled in unfamiliar emotions. “You certainly have a knack for... unexpected surprises,” he replies with a trace of amusement.

He turns to her, his expression softening as warmth flickers in his eyes. “But... I did have a good time tonight. Thank you, Cadet.”

(y/n)’s smile mirrors his warmth. “I’m glad you did, Lieutenant.”

Thrawn hesitates, the moment stretching between them. Finally, he extends his hand, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “Let me escort you to your quarters. It is late, and you should get some rest.”

(y/n) smiles, slipping her arm through his. “Thank you,” she says softly as he begins to lead her down the corridor.

Their pace is slow, the silence between them charged with unspoken words. Thrawn is acutely aware of the light pressure of her arm against his, a subtle but electrifying sensation.

When they arrive at the dormitory hall, he reluctantly releases her arm. “Here we are, Cadet,” he murmurs, his voice quieter than usual.

“Thank you for accompanying me on my late-night adventure, Lieutenant,” (y/n) replies, her tone equally soft.

Thrawn feels an unwelcome pang of reluctance as the moment draws to a close. Still, he maintains his composure. “You’re welcome, Cadet.” His voice is gentler than he intends, and his gaze lingers on her face longer than proprietary would permit.

Taking a step back, he adds, “I advise you to get some rest. Nightly escapades are not the most... productive of activities.”

(y/n)’s lips curve into a mischievous smile. “Depends on the activities.”

Thrawn’s breath catches at her teasing remark. He averts his gaze briefly, struggling to keep his usual stoic demeanor. “I suppose it does,” he concedes, his tone slightly strained.

Thrawn takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure from fully breaking.

“But even so, it is late, and you should rest... Cadet.”

(y/n) chuckles softly, her amusement lighting up her face. “Yes, sir. Goodnight.”

Her smile lingers in his mind as she speaks, her voice gentle and warm. For a moment, Thrawn is struck by a sensation so unfamiliar it almost unnerves him.

“Goodnight, Cadet,” he murmurs, his voice a low whisper. He resists the urge to reach out and touch her again, his hands clenching slightly at his sides.

He watches her disappear into her quarters, standing still until he hears the soft click of the door locking, ensuring her safety. Only then does he turn away, his steps heavy with thought.