Marlowe
"So you're basically living with the King now." Nova sprawled across my old bunk, entirely too delighted by the whole situation, watching me gather a change of clothes with the particular satisfaction of someone who'd been right about something for weeks. "Medical supervision. Sure. That's definitely what we're calling it."
"It is medical."
"It's the most medical thing I've ever heard, yes." She grinned, unrepentant. "You want me to walk you back over there? Make sure you don't collapse from all that medical supervision along the way?"
"I can walk fine, Nova."
"I know. I just like saying medical supervision." She flopped back, entirely too pleased with herself, and let me go without further teasing — for which I was grateful, given how little patience I had left for anything r
