((Admiral: Wheel of Time?))
*Drago sits in the lounge sharpening his broad bladed knife and humming a Mearan war song.*
*Hal and Allessa sit on the beach, Hal has his back to a large rock and Allessa leans against him with her eyes closed.*
Allessa: Do you remember when we first met?
*Hal nods.* I cut a rather dashing figure with my armour ruined and my face spattered with blood.
Allessa: Yes a dashing nearly unconcious figure, with mor than a little of his own blood on his armour.
Hal: I remember, you bandaged all my wounds yourself, you wouldn't let the nurses near me.
Allessa: Well they weren't any good! *She puts on a mock frown then relaxes and snuggles closer against Hal.*