( it had taken inara sometime to become adjusted to her new life here and while there was some uncertainty about just how long she was to be held captive and just how she was going to prove her world was worth saving, she knew one thing above all else—
it didn't hurt to have allies. although he was a strange man that left her wondering what exactly his deal was, she could sense there was some kind of kindness that lurked beneath the surface. he could be trusted, he could be a friend and given his kind words in their first interaction, it was time for her to repay the favor. )
Greetings Henry, this is Inara, we met at the dance a while back, prior to being brought back to Etraya. Are you available by any chance?
[ An unknown amount of time has passed since he got the message. He blinks; he realizes he's been staring at the wall in his bathroom. He thought that he heard something knocking on the inside - and he waited. He waited to see if a hole would manifest. How long had he been standing there? Did he do anything else? He -- he thinks he did.
Blinking, he reaches for his device before seeing the message. Inara?
His gaze drifts down before back up to the wall. Nothing's changed. It must have been his imagination. Okay. Good. ]
Hi, Inara. I'm sorry. I was -- um, anyway -- I'm available if you still are?
( strangely enough, given this world and all of it's interesting sights and people, inara could barely remember when she had sent the message. for all she knew, it could have been months, minutes, days? who could tell.
all that mattered was that he eventually did return her call and she returned it with a soft smile on her face, wearing a long peach colored satin dress in the video. the technology was a bit more rough than some of the stuff she had seen home but it was easy enough to use. )
That's quite alright Henry, I wanted to discuss a few things with you. Namely being I know you were pretending to date Maria, she told me. You don't have to lie anymore for my sake.
[ His chin drops slightly. He wonders how long he has been staring at the wall in his bathroom yet again. But he supposes that is good news; it means Maria must be feeling safer and in a better place. ]
It's alright, I understand why you did it. It was very kind of you really, she explained.
( not that she necessarily went prying for answers— it came up through the simple fact henry had brought up inara to maria, maria met her, and they got to talking.
still she kept a polite and composed expression on her face, her attention fully on him as they went on. )
I wanted to actually see if we could meet up at some point? Before the next mission? Or after, I'm still unsure of how they work and how long they run for.
[ Yeah, his score probably never dropped that low because of Maria. He owes a lot to her since he's a fairly passive person; he can't imagine he was that entertaining to watch. ]
I wouldn't mind. We can even meet up now... I'm not doing anything.
[ As for the mission, uh. ] I don't understand anything about them so I don't know. Sorry.
Well that's a very kind thing you did regardless, you both helped each other out.
( for a woman who would do the same as henry— help but still find a way to gain benefit from it, while being kind about the endeavor, she had no criticisms for henry at all. in fact it improved her opinion of him only a little because while he had been kind to her, she still wasn't quite sure how to decipher him. )
That's alright, I'm still trying to adjust myself here in this strange world. I'm sure I'll learn more as time goes on.
( there was no sense in rushing anything really—
but for his statement. )
Oh yes I so happen to be free myself, where should we meet up?
[ Normally, Henry would go quiet after being praised. He wouldn't be sure what to say, but he's starting to think that he should say something. Even if it is a one-word response back. His eyebrows furrow, and he wonders if that actually was the right move.
Despite all the time in Etraya, he's found that he's still having problems re-learning how to have conversations with people. But then again, he rarely ever spoke to people before he was locked in his apartment. ]
Yeah. I think you'll be able to do it. [ Inara seems very capable. ] I'll help with what I can, though. [ Although, he isn't sure what that might be. ]
You're at the apartments, right? I could just head to where you are.
[ Oh gosh. He had that thought only Henry could have. He really hoped no one walked into his door-less apartment and saw him staring at the wall in his bathroom. Even he thinks that would be kind of scary. ]
( there isn't much for her to say in response to his simple yet affirming statement. 'okay, he says.' it's a thought that lingered in her mind and while she was far used to dealing with variables and strangeness from others, there was something about henry that threw her off her game—
just a little, in a good way. she tried often to pinpoint him to a specific person to her own world, a specific experience to draw and base her own actions off of but she could never quite figure it out. instead she opted to resign herself to simply accepting things for the way they were.
so all she could offer was a small smile through the screen, nodding at his words and contemplating if she should have him over. they were both adults and she was sure he wouldn't try anything but there was always a fear of things going a certain way given the type of woman she was....the work she did.
however he didn't know any of that— so much like henry, she had remained silent in her own mind for a brief moment until finally she spoke up. )
Yes I am, I've taken up residency in one of the apartments. I'm on the top floor, I'll send you a photo of the front door.
( and she does, and what he'll notice immediately is a bush of rosemary and thyme hanging from the outside of it. to ward away negative energy and the like, a small clue of what kind of person she was.
in the meantime, while she waited for him, she began to work at brewing tea for her guest, setting aside any worries she might have had. )
[ Henry goes through the steps of telling himself that he should say something more than what he usually does. Even if he adds one or two more words, he thinks that's better than not.
He does feel some sweat build on the back of his neck, just below his hairline, but closes the connection before actively starts to sweat. Carrying on conversations, he's getting better but -- it's a process.
Unfortunately for Inara, he doesn't understand why there are rosemary and thyme hanging on the outside. He assumes it's because it smells nice, and enjoys that for herself. Maybe it's something that smells like home. That probably is a comfort. So, if anything, it at least solidifies that she is feeling still a little out of sorts. Which makes sense.
He hovers his hand over the door -- like an idiot. His first thought is that he's worried he's going to hit what she has hanging. Then he wonders how he is going to hit what is hanging when the door takes up more space than the plants. Then he wonders if he's going to somehow whiff his hand and wonders why he thinks that is going to happen.
Is he all right?
Signs point to no, but he's remaining optimistic as he knocks on the door. ]
( during the time henry stood outside her door and contemplated the herbs that hanged from her door, inara had finished up preparing everything needed for a proper tea ceremony with the items she could find around etraya. the cups and set were mismatched, a few cracks in the porcelain but nothing that would impede them from being able to enjoy the tea. the apartment itself had been filled to the brim with items that looked like they came from the oldest vintage store in town, but despite being old and even worn, everything matched somehow. low lights dimmed by scarves, pillows on the floor before a wooden coffee table that had a few stains—
but oddly enough they were perfectly covered by handwoven coasters she made with dried grass. clearly she had been at work since her arrival from that decaying planet because despite being out of her element, she sought things to bring familiarity into her life.
by the time the knock came, she opened the door and a waft of incense flowed freely out of the apartment. inara stood before henry, wearing a satin dress and shawl with her long hair dripped down behind her. )
Welcome, please come inside. I usually entertain guests with much....fancier goods but this will have to do. I hope you like tea?
( really she wasn't sure what a man like him might enjoy— he was still difficult to pinpoint despite gaining some insight into him through maria. )
[ Stepping into the apartment, he drifts his eyes around at everything. It's less scrutinizing and matches how he looks at, well, anything. A brief spike of interest before a dull look of ... not disinterest but like a fog settling over his gaze.
This seems cozy. The whole atmosphere draws you in. It really feels healing just to stand here.
His thoughts, of course, rarely match his almost blank expression. He thinks everything she's done is wonderful. It makes him appreciate the figurine that Maria got him for his apartment.
The women that he knows really know how to make a place seem better just by being in it. He's lucky that he's their friends.
He lifts his chin. ]
I think I do. [ Henry finally asks the not quite question. ] It's been awhile since I've ate or drank anything. So I'm not sure. [ No. ] No, that's not right. I'm sure I had something. What was it?
[ Uh.
Anyway. ]
Thank you for having me. [ He is going to just sit down wherever she gestures. ]
( as they both made their way inside, inara closed the door behind them and began to move forward into the room, busing herself with arranging just a few things to make him more comfortable. a blanket is tossed onto the pillows on the floor, an old cd player is turned on with a soft classical musical tune coming from it, and she's off into the kitchen to check on the water. from there, she peaked her head out and gave him a soft glance as she watched his expression.
once he said those words though, regardless of what the truth was, she was set to work on getting him something to snack on at least. it was a habit at this point really, because while he was far from being a client, she was a gracious host regardless of the circumstance. )
Have a seat at the table, I'll prepare you something and if you find that you're hungry, have at it.
( in the meantime though she's rolling through with a pot and old oven mitt in hand, bringing the items to the table. despite the rustic and worn down look of everything, it seemed to fit in just right. )
What kind of tea do you like? I apologize, I could only really find the bare bone basics at the stores here, so we have green tea, black tea, and a floral oolong I managed to get.
[ Inara is so nice. Henry thinks for the umpteenth time. He doesn't hesitate to take a seat at the table. Sitting down, he rests his hands on the surface before pulling his hands down to rest on his lap instead. I don't think it's good manners to rest them on the table. I think she'd forgive me, but I think I should try to be polite as a guest. ]
How about the black? [ He thinks that he should have asked for the floral; it might've been something more that Inara would like to drink. But how she worded it "managed to get," sounds like it's hard to acquire. So, he'd like for her to have it for something special for herself rather than use it in a meeting with him. Henry gives another little glance around. I should say something. ]
You make the space around you brighter.
[ His voice remains just as neutral as ever; his expression barely shifting from how he ever emotes. But he thought of all the nice things the people in his life do and wanted to say something. So, he felt a little happier. Oh good. I said it. ]
( as she brought the pot of tea onto the coffee table before him, her mind was filled with thoughts of what she should make him, what someone like henry would truly enjoy given how he presented and handled himself. she was briefly interrupted by his question, reaching for the small jar that contained it so he could get a proper smell of its aroma—
but soon she's even further distracted by his kind comment. she looked up with the jar of tea in hand, looking at him softly before breaking into a smile. typically the men who complimented her without knowing her line of work were looking for something in particular, whether to court her or something far more sorted.
given what she knew of henry and the general energy he gave off, she knew his intentions were far more pure. he was a simple man who seemed to want to express himself, the thoughts that probably lingered in his mind and she was grateful for that. it was far better than some of the other thoughts a different resident of etraya had for her. )
I appreciate the kind words Henry, I'll still make you something to eat regardless.
( she's teasing him of course but soon she opened up the jar and held it out towards him. )
Unfortunately the tea selection in Etraya is quite lacking, but you'll find this one has a subtle berry blend in it. Take a whiff, let me know if you want to try this one?
You're welcome. [ He stares for a beat longer. ] And thank you.
[ About the food.
His eyes remain on her but gaze becomes distant. He's back to wondering when he last ate. Surely, he did. He couldn't have just stood in his bathroom the entire time. What would he have eaten? What did he have in his apartment? His eyes widen slightly as the pupil dilated before he blinks.
Oh.
He plays back the conversation and gives a small nod. His shoulders drop as he wonders if he's supposed to take the jar from her or just sniff above it. His hands and fingers flex as he tells himself he should just ask. ]
D, do I take it to smell? Either way, everything you choose is thoughtful... I'm sure it'll be fine. [ Henry pauses to look around. ] You care a lot. So... it'll be just as it needs to be. [ He barely keeps himself from trailing off with his words. ]
( although he conducted himself in a manner that was strange enough to have inara notice and pick up on it, the more time she spent with henry and got to know him [and about him really through maria], she found him to be quite endearing. he was polite, so far carried a decent energy about him in her home, and seemed attentive. it was the kind of guest she enjoyed hosting, so his gratitude was welcomed but far from being needed—
she was more than happy to service him like this. though as she held the tea out for him, she couldn't help but laugh just a bit, bringing it down before him. )
You can, if you enjoy the smell of the dry leaves, you might enjoy the taste.
( but there he went again, complementing and flattering her. she had spent a long time aboard a ship that she loved, with people she cared about but such compliments and appreciation of her talents weren't often commented on. not when they knew very well that they were there as a result of her work. despite that though, she genuinely did enjoy the more finer things that came with that lifestyle, so to his words she just smiled and felt the faintest of pride swell within her. )
I'm glad I found someone who can appreciate my rituals.
( perhaps one day she'll tell him more about her history but for now she began to prepare her own tea, picking up a jar of oolong tea and spreading the loose leaves into her cup. she poured the hot water in, giving them a wash before pouring them out into a tea water catcher and then pouring new hot water into the cup again. )
I'll admit it's a bit difficult to fully bring to life the way my home was here, but I can certainly try with what I've found. What about you, have you been able to at least make yourself comfortable here? I know we were technically brought against our will but....we can try and find the positive in things right?
[ Henry wasn't sure if he would enjoy the smell of dry leaves. His eyes drift up, become far away, as he wonders when the last time he smelled something like that? Surely outside? He's found that despite being able to leave his apartment that he only ventures out a little more often.
Focus. ]
I'll probably enjoy the taste. [ A beat. ] No. I will.
[ He blinks. ] Rituals? [ It's a word that makes his hands feel clammy almost immediately. The back of his neck feels hot and sweaty. But he need only pause to look around the room to remind himself that it isn't anything "scary." Although, "scary" may be putting his physical reaction lightly. ]
Yeah. [ Henry finds his voice. He finds comfort in being in her space. She has an ease about her that makes his reaction seem sillier by the second. Shifting, he adjusts his position to take in the room once more. ] I don't know how to be comfortable with myself, but... the space others let me be in... has been soothing. So, I'm grateful to everyone I've met.
[ His chin dips up and down as he tries to find his words. ] Someone saved me. And... I feel I can breathe. And that's enough. [ At least, he doesn't feel crazy. ] But... it may be far from your home and what you could do... someone will be able to breathe from what you've given them.
( inara was quick to chirp in with that response, a smile dancing on her lips as she set aside the hot water now filled with leaves, to seep for a few minutes as she went back into the kitchen to grab a bit of food she had for them. when she returned, she took one quick look at henry, sensing that subtle shift in energy before dismissing it for now.
she isn't sure what he's been through and what experiences he might have had, but there was something about the terminology she used that he seemed to dislike. so she made a mental note to avoid that term, setting a small plate of cookies and dried fruit before him. if he wanted something more filling, she'd be willing to make it but for now they were here to get to know each other and speak more. )
Ah—
( she managed to say, taking a seat across from henry. so that was it, and while she wasn't going to criticize him, it was surprising to her that even in a place like this where no one knew she was a companion, people seemed to turn to her to reveal all of their feelings and thoughts. it was actually nice in a way—
no payment, no expectations from her. she gave him an empathetic gaze, moving to pour the freshly brewed tea for them both. )
I see, I'm glad then that you can feel comfortable here. It's always nice encountering people who can help save us from our troubles, our feelings or anything else that is bothering us. I'm very happy to hear you've had such an experience. While I can't say I've gone through the same exact experiences as you, I do know what that's like. Back in my world I.....I left the life I knew in a haste. I was sure I'd be lost for a long time but I found a ship called Serenity and found a new home with the people there.
So while I don't know if they'll ever be brought here, I hope I can also take 'breathe' from others, what they could give me. It's a little....scary actually being on my own.
( it's probably the first and only time she's been honest, open but henry had been that way. so to relate to him better, she decided to admit that. )
[ It's a casual reply back. If he didn't force himself, he worries that he would slide backwards into his old ways. While he never thought of himself as unfriendly, he is someone who can "disappear" and the connections he's made with others will suffer for it.
In the past, he didn't think anything too much about it. Since his relationships with others were always tentative at best, it didn't upset him if he lost everyone who "knew" him. His landlord was an exception, but Frank was a different person all together.
But right now in this strange place, there are people who know him and he knows them, too. While he may have been fine with relationships fading away back home, he wants to cherish the ones he has here.
He tips his chin down to acknowledge the cookies and fruit set in front of him. It's not quite robotically but he does take one of the cookies. Holding it between two hands instead of one, he listens to her as she pours the tea for them. ]
Oh.
[ Is what he says at first.
It sounds like Inara has also been through a lot, but that she found her people. His shoulders drop as he feels sorry that she lost her home and those relationships. He wonders if he should ask about why the life was left in haste, but no -- that isn't what is important. ]
I hope you can, too.
[ He says finally, still rolling the cookie in his hands. ]
Still ... you aren't alone. [ It'd be presumptuous to say he's here, but -- ] I'm sure people already feel drawn to you. 'Cause of how bright you are. [ But that probably doesn't sound quite right. He's glad to have the dessert otherwise he isn't sure what he'd do with his hands. ]
Me too. I'll do something for you, too... if you ever need it. [ Which might be now? ] When you need it, then.
( his retort came as a surprise to her, but far from being one to push back on the firm decisions others made, she offered him a small but understanding nod in return. he still seemed like a strange man to inara, especially with the way he seemed to stay within his own mind [and even more so with how he grabbed the cookie] but as she sat there pouring the tea, she focused on the energy he was giving off. it wasn't a special power by any means, it was more intuition than anything, but he was giving off very gentle vibes. there was nothing to fear or nothing to criticize truly—
the only thing to do was to enjoy this tender moment between two people who were exploring a new and blossoming friendship.
as the tea was finished being poured, she moved his cup over to him before taking her own towards her lips and blowing on it gently. she took a sip as she watched him roll the cookie before setting her cup a bit away from her lips to speak. )
Henry, I'm going to get a cavity with all these sweet compliments. I appreciate it though, I'm sure I won't be alone for too long.
( she didn't want to sound too needy or desperate for companionship, after all she did enjoy her moments of solitude. however the 'found family' she had back home meant a lot to her and getting to see them daily, partaking in their misadventures and having that stability was something she had grown used to.
still his next response left her smiling a bit bashfully as she looked at him with a curious expression. )
Is that right? And what can you offer me Henry? I'm not a woman with many needs, the only thing I've been wanting is better tea to partake in and perhaps....
a gun.
( the tone shifted just a bit but it was clear with how delicate she was, it was mainly for her own protection. hopefully he understood that. )
[ It's a faint noise that he makes as she tells him that she'll get a cavity from his compliments. Some soft rebuttal between her two sentences, but barely loud enough to really interrupt. It could've just been a noise in general. ]
Oh, that's makes sense.
[ Is what he says about her not being alone for too long. Yes, it makes sense that she won't be because people will want to talk to her. The cookie has, officially, rolled at least ten times in his hands. His eyes drift to the side before he lifts it up to take a bite, since he feels self-conscious that he hasn't yet done that much.
But his gaze fixes back on her face when she asks what he can offer her. His gaze slides off her shoulders at the comment of needing a gun. He realizes that he just took a bite of the cookie but hadn't been chewing. Right. He chews, swallows, thinks. ]
... yeah, that makes sense.
[ Henry repeats himself. He isn't sure if having a gun would've kept Eileen safe, but he likes to think it would've held that man back for him to have done something(????). But as far as he knows, she died. He was just next door. He was just outside her apartment. He was so close to being able to help her. Did that make her more scared?
He holds the cookie carefully and lets his hand drop. ]
( without even trying, it wasn't hard for her eyes to gaze over to the way he rolled the cookie she offered him and how it seemed to spin over and over again in his hands. it was almost hypnotic in a way, and inara being far too polite to comment on it, simply glanced between sips of her own tea.
as soon as he broke the silence with actual words to push their conversation in a proper direction, she placed her cup down and looked at him before wondering if she was a bit too impolite in mentioning a gun. how sensitive was this man? was that too brazen? it was always difficult to tell with his type.
yet she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow— he could get which one? the tea or the gun? it was time to find out. )
The gun? I don't want you to use up your points for something like that, especially if you need them for something else. I just figured...
( and once again being honest with him, more than she had with anyone else— )
I could use it for my own personal protection. I came from a world where....I always had to look over my shoulder just in case of anything.
( she won't go into details about her line of work, but being a companion wasn't the safest job, at least not always. even her higher end clients, senators and multi-millionaires could get dangerous when they felt they were owed something from inara. whether it was more time with her, forcing or pressuring her to leave that line of work to date them, or something far worse in bed....she always had her guard up.
there was no expectations of that in etraya, but the caution and need to control any outcome kept her worried, thus desiring a gun. )
I don't need my points for anything. There isn't anything that I really want.
[ He did see there is something to protect a person from the penalty (is that even the right word?) for dying. Like dying isn't enough of a penalty. His eyes almost start to unfocus but he keeps himself in the conversation. He lightly shakes his head and adds: ]
I understand...
[ The idea that she'd have to look over her shoulder. It isn't something that he isn't unaware of, anyway. He blinks a few times before once more taking another bite of his cookie. It still tastes just as nice as before. It helps. He blinks, again, as he tries to think of something to say. But he doesn't know what the next missions will be like; he understands she's on her own even if people have been kind; if it'll make her feel safe -- ]
I'll bring it to you as soon as I can. [ He dips his head in a small nod. Right, the idea of cherishing the relationships he has means he has to try to talk more. ] You brought me into your home and so, it seems right to give you something to feel safe. Since this space is safe to you. It should stay that way. [ Henry forces himself not to trail off with what he's saying. ]
Telling you that it is... doesn't mean you'll feel it right away... so... I don't mind.
[ Right -- he said he would do what he could and this is what he can do. ]
( his response left a number of questions and curiosities in her mind, as to why he'd be so willing to give up his points so easily. yet instead of prying, she simply provided him a comforting and reassuring nod as she watched him dig into the cookie.
his kindness was so effortless, it was almost admirable in a way. she wasn't a mean person by any means but she was far more willing to assume such affection came from wanting something. with him, it didn't really feel like that was the case at all. )
Thank you....I do believe no matter where I am, a safe place to escape to is important. As for the gun....
My captain back on the ship I lived on in my world used a Taurus Model 85 revolver but....I'm not entirely sure if you can request such a thing from Aurora. Is that where'd you get it from? I heard through the grapevine that's how people get things here.
( in turn she picked up one of the cookies for herself, her bright red nail polish contrasting the soft brown of the treat. she took a smile and almost bird-like bite before mulling over what kind of gun she should ask for. she knew how to handle one and the most basic maintenance but the gun expert on her crew had been jayne—
he'd probably ask for something that could tear down a wall or blow off a head. that thought made her laugh just a bit before she realized she hadn't clued in henry as to what she was thinking about. it seemed he wasn't the only one who lived in his mind from time to time. )
Ah....my apologies, I just remembered something amusing from back home. I think a revolver or a standard handgun is just fine. Small enough to fit in my purse or clothes you know? Just in case.
( but that thought about keeping her home safe was a nice one, and it made her think how she would come to owe him so much more because of the gun—
and for a woman of her position, she disliked owing anyone anything. maybe just maybe, she also wanted to just be his friend. )
I appreciate it Henry, by the way. I can help you too in any way that you need, if you want your home to be just as comfortable I can do it.....or if you need a place to escape and just relax in, you're always welcome here. You can just come and relax and I'll make you tea.
( they didn't need to have a conversation really, she'd be more than happy to host him in silence. )
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Date: 2025-04-25 08:49 pm (UTC)it didn't hurt to have allies. although he was a strange man that left her wondering what exactly his deal was, she could sense there was some kind of kindness that lurked beneath the surface. he could be trusted, he could be a friend and given his kind words in their first interaction, it was time for her to repay the favor. )
Greetings Henry, this is Inara, we met at the dance a while back, prior to being brought back to Etraya. Are you available by any chance?
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Date: 2025-05-19 02:37 am (UTC)Blinking, he reaches for his device before seeing the message. Inara?
His gaze drifts down before back up to the wall. Nothing's changed. It must have been his imagination. Okay. Good. ]
Hi, Inara. I'm sorry. I was -- um, anyway -- I'm available if you still are?
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Date: 2025-05-20 10:06 pm (UTC)all that mattered was that he eventually did return her call and she returned it with a soft smile on her face, wearing a long peach colored satin dress in the video. the technology was a bit more rough than some of the stuff she had seen home but it was easy enough to use. )
That's quite alright Henry, I wanted to discuss a few things with you. Namely being I know you were pretending to date Maria, she told me. You don't have to lie anymore for my sake.
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Date: 2025-05-20 11:28 pm (UTC)[ His chin drops slightly. He wonders how long he has been staring at the wall in his bathroom yet again. But he supposes that is good news; it means Maria must be feeling safer and in a better place. ]
Okay. I won't lie about that anymore.
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Date: 2025-05-21 01:20 am (UTC)( not that she necessarily went prying for answers— it came up through the simple fact henry had brought up inara to maria, maria met her, and they got to talking.
still she kept a polite and composed expression on her face, her attention fully on him as they went on. )
I wanted to actually see if we could meet up at some point? Before the next mission? Or after, I'm still unsure of how they work and how long they run for.
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Date: 2025-05-21 01:48 am (UTC)[ Yeah, his score probably never dropped that low because of Maria. He owes a lot to her since he's a fairly passive person; he can't imagine he was that entertaining to watch. ]
I wouldn't mind. We can even meet up now... I'm not doing anything.
[ As for the mission, uh. ] I don't understand anything about them so I don't know. Sorry.
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Date: 2025-05-27 05:50 pm (UTC)( for a woman who would do the same as henry— help but still find a way to gain benefit from it, while being kind about the endeavor, she had no criticisms for henry at all. in fact it improved her opinion of him only a little because while he had been kind to her, she still wasn't quite sure how to decipher him. )
That's alright, I'm still trying to adjust myself here in this strange world. I'm sure I'll learn more as time goes on.
( there was no sense in rushing anything really—
but for his statement. )
Oh yes I so happen to be free myself, where should we meet up?
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Date: 2025-05-28 12:53 pm (UTC)[ Normally, Henry would go quiet after being praised. He wouldn't be sure what to say, but he's starting to think that he should say something. Even if it is a one-word response back. His eyebrows furrow, and he wonders if that actually was the right move.
Despite all the time in Etraya, he's found that he's still having problems re-learning how to have conversations with people. But then again, he rarely ever spoke to people before he was locked in his apartment. ]
Yeah. I think you'll be able to do it. [ Inara seems very capable. ] I'll help with what I can, though. [ Although, he isn't sure what that might be. ]
You're at the apartments, right? I could just head to where you are.
[ Oh gosh. He had that thought only Henry could have. He really hoped no one walked into his door-less apartment and saw him staring at the wall in his bathroom. Even he thinks that would be kind of scary. ]
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Date: 2025-05-28 05:45 pm (UTC)just a little, in a good way. she tried often to pinpoint him to a specific person to her own world, a specific experience to draw and base her own actions off of but she could never quite figure it out. instead she opted to resign herself to simply accepting things for the way they were.
so all she could offer was a small smile through the screen, nodding at his words and contemplating if she should have him over. they were both adults and she was sure he wouldn't try anything but there was always a fear of things going a certain way given the type of woman she was....the work she did.
however he didn't know any of that— so much like henry, she had remained silent in her own mind for a brief moment until finally she spoke up. )
Yes I am, I've taken up residency in one of the apartments. I'm on the top floor, I'll send you a photo of the front door.
( and she does, and what he'll notice immediately is a bush of rosemary and thyme hanging from the outside of it. to ward away negative energy and the like, a small clue of what kind of person she was.
in the meantime, while she waited for him, she began to work at brewing tea for her guest, setting aside any worries she might have had. )
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Date: 2025-05-29 01:34 am (UTC)[ Henry goes through the steps of telling himself that he should say something more than what he usually does. Even if he adds one or two more words, he thinks that's better than not.
He does feel some sweat build on the back of his neck, just below his hairline, but closes the connection before actively starts to sweat. Carrying on conversations, he's getting better but -- it's a process.
Unfortunately for Inara, he doesn't understand why there are rosemary and thyme hanging on the outside. He assumes it's because it smells nice, and enjoys that for herself. Maybe it's something that smells like home. That probably is a comfort. So, if anything, it at least solidifies that she is feeling still a little out of sorts. Which makes sense.
He hovers his hand over the door -- like an idiot. His first thought is that he's worried he's going to hit what she has hanging. Then he wonders how he is going to hit what is hanging when the door takes up more space than the plants. Then he wonders if he's going to somehow whiff his hand and wonders why he thinks that is going to happen.
Is he all right?
Signs point to no, but he's remaining optimistic as he knocks on the door. ]
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Date: 2025-05-29 06:47 pm (UTC)but oddly enough they were perfectly covered by handwoven coasters she made with dried grass. clearly she had been at work since her arrival from that decaying planet because despite being out of her element, she sought things to bring familiarity into her life.
by the time the knock came, she opened the door and a waft of incense flowed freely out of the apartment. inara stood before henry, wearing a satin dress and shawl with her long hair dripped down behind her. )
Welcome, please come inside. I usually entertain guests with much....fancier goods but this will have to do. I hope you like tea?
( really she wasn't sure what a man like him might enjoy— he was still difficult to pinpoint despite gaining some insight into him through maria. )
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Date: 2025-05-30 07:42 pm (UTC)This seems cozy. The whole atmosphere draws you in. It really feels healing just to stand here.
His thoughts, of course, rarely match his almost blank expression. He thinks everything she's done is wonderful. It makes him appreciate the figurine that Maria got him for his apartment.
The women that he knows really know how to make a place seem better just by being in it. He's lucky that he's their friends.
He lifts his chin. ]
I think I do. [ Henry finally asks the not quite question. ] It's been awhile since I've ate or drank anything. So I'm not sure. [ No. ] No, that's not right. I'm sure I had something. What was it?
[ Uh.
Anyway. ]
Thank you for having me. [ He is going to just sit down wherever she gestures. ]
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Date: 2025-05-30 08:25 pm (UTC)once he said those words though, regardless of what the truth was, she was set to work on getting him something to snack on at least. it was a habit at this point really, because while he was far from being a client, she was a gracious host regardless of the circumstance. )
Have a seat at the table, I'll prepare you something and if you find that you're hungry, have at it.
( in the meantime though she's rolling through with a pot and old oven mitt in hand, bringing the items to the table. despite the rustic and worn down look of everything, it seemed to fit in just right. )
What kind of tea do you like? I apologize, I could only really find the bare bone basics at the stores here, so we have green tea, black tea, and a floral oolong I managed to get.
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Date: 2025-06-09 10:28 pm (UTC)[ Inara is so nice. Henry thinks for the umpteenth time. He doesn't hesitate to take a seat at the table. Sitting down, he rests his hands on the surface before pulling his hands down to rest on his lap instead. I don't think it's good manners to rest them on the table. I think she'd forgive me, but I think I should try to be polite as a guest. ]
How about the black? [ He thinks that he should have asked for the floral; it might've been something more that Inara would like to drink. But how she worded it "managed to get," sounds like it's hard to acquire. So, he'd like for her to have it for something special for herself rather than use it in a meeting with him. Henry gives another little glance around. I should say something. ]
You make the space around you brighter.
[ His voice remains just as neutral as ever; his expression barely shifting from how he ever emotes. But he thought of all the nice things the people in his life do and wanted to say something. So, he felt a little happier. Oh good. I said it. ]
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Date: 2025-06-10 11:21 pm (UTC)but soon she's even further distracted by his kind comment. she looked up with the jar of tea in hand, looking at him softly before breaking into a smile. typically the men who complimented her without knowing her line of work were looking for something in particular, whether to court her or something far more sorted.
given what she knew of henry and the general energy he gave off, she knew his intentions were far more pure. he was a simple man who seemed to want to express himself, the thoughts that probably lingered in his mind and she was grateful for that. it was far better than some of the other thoughts a different resident of etraya had for her. )
I appreciate the kind words Henry, I'll still make you something to eat regardless.
( she's teasing him of course but soon she opened up the jar and held it out towards him. )
Unfortunately the tea selection in Etraya is quite lacking, but you'll find this one has a subtle berry blend in it. Take a whiff, let me know if you want to try this one?
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Date: 2025-06-11 03:22 pm (UTC)[ About the food.
His eyes remain on her but gaze becomes distant. He's back to wondering when he last ate. Surely, he did. He couldn't have just stood in his bathroom the entire time. What would he have eaten? What did he have in his apartment? His eyes widen slightly as the pupil dilated before he blinks.
Oh.
He plays back the conversation and gives a small nod. His shoulders drop as he wonders if he's supposed to take the jar from her or just sniff above it. His hands and fingers flex as he tells himself he should just ask. ]
D, do I take it to smell? Either way, everything you choose is thoughtful... I'm sure it'll be fine. [ Henry pauses to look around. ] You care a lot. So... it'll be just as it needs to be. [ He barely keeps himself from trailing off with his words. ]
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Date: 2025-06-13 02:46 pm (UTC)she was more than happy to service him like this. though as she held the tea out for him, she couldn't help but laugh just a bit, bringing it down before him. )
You can, if you enjoy the smell of the dry leaves, you might enjoy the taste.
( but there he went again, complementing and flattering her. she had spent a long time aboard a ship that she loved, with people she cared about but such compliments and appreciation of her talents weren't often commented on. not when they knew very well that they were there as a result of her work. despite that though, she genuinely did enjoy the more finer things that came with that lifestyle, so to his words she just smiled and felt the faintest of pride swell within her. )
I'm glad I found someone who can appreciate my rituals.
( perhaps one day she'll tell him more about her history but for now she began to prepare her own tea, picking up a jar of oolong tea and spreading the loose leaves into her cup. she poured the hot water in, giving them a wash before pouring them out into a tea water catcher and then pouring new hot water into the cup again. )
I'll admit it's a bit difficult to fully bring to life the way my home was here, but I can certainly try with what I've found. What about you, have you been able to at least make yourself comfortable here? I know we were technically brought against our will but....we can try and find the positive in things right?
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Date: 2025-06-14 03:50 am (UTC)Focus. ]
I'll probably enjoy the taste. [ A beat. ] No. I will.
[ He blinks. ] Rituals? [ It's a word that makes his hands feel clammy almost immediately. The back of his neck feels hot and sweaty. But he need only pause to look around the room to remind himself that it isn't anything "scary." Although, "scary" may be putting his physical reaction lightly. ]
Yeah. [ Henry finds his voice. He finds comfort in being in her space. She has an ease about her that makes his reaction seem sillier by the second. Shifting, he adjusts his position to take in the room once more. ] I don't know how to be comfortable with myself, but... the space others let me be in... has been soothing. So, I'm grateful to everyone I've met.
[ His chin dips up and down as he tries to find his words. ] Someone saved me. And... I feel I can breathe. And that's enough. [ At least, he doesn't feel crazy. ] But... it may be far from your home and what you could do... someone will be able to breathe from what you've given them.
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Date: 2025-06-18 04:01 pm (UTC)( inara was quick to chirp in with that response, a smile dancing on her lips as she set aside the hot water now filled with leaves, to seep for a few minutes as she went back into the kitchen to grab a bit of food she had for them. when she returned, she took one quick look at henry, sensing that subtle shift in energy before dismissing it for now.
she isn't sure what he's been through and what experiences he might have had, but there was something about the terminology she used that he seemed to dislike. so she made a mental note to avoid that term, setting a small plate of cookies and dried fruit before him. if he wanted something more filling, she'd be willing to make it but for now they were here to get to know each other and speak more. )
Ah—
( she managed to say, taking a seat across from henry. so that was it, and while she wasn't going to criticize him, it was surprising to her that even in a place like this where no one knew she was a companion, people seemed to turn to her to reveal all of their feelings and thoughts. it was actually nice in a way—
no payment, no expectations from her. she gave him an empathetic gaze, moving to pour the freshly brewed tea for them both. )
I see, I'm glad then that you can feel comfortable here. It's always nice encountering people who can help save us from our troubles, our feelings or anything else that is bothering us. I'm very happy to hear you've had such an experience. While I can't say I've gone through the same exact experiences as you, I do know what that's like. Back in my world I.....I left the life I knew in a haste. I was sure I'd be lost for a long time but I found a ship called Serenity and found a new home with the people there.
So while I don't know if they'll ever be brought here, I hope I can also take 'breathe' from others, what they could give me. It's a little....scary actually being on my own.
( it's probably the first and only time she's been honest, open but henry had been that way. so to relate to him better, she decided to admit that. )
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Date: 2025-06-19 06:28 pm (UTC)[ It's a casual reply back. If he didn't force himself, he worries that he would slide backwards into his old ways. While he never thought of himself as unfriendly, he is someone who can "disappear" and the connections he's made with others will suffer for it.
In the past, he didn't think anything too much about it. Since his relationships with others were always tentative at best, it didn't upset him if he lost everyone who "knew" him. His landlord was an exception, but Frank was a different person all together.
But right now in this strange place, there are people who know him and he knows them, too. While he may have been fine with relationships fading away back home, he wants to cherish the ones he has here.
He tips his chin down to acknowledge the cookies and fruit set in front of him. It's not quite robotically but he does take one of the cookies. Holding it between two hands instead of one, he listens to her as she pours the tea for them. ]
Oh.
[ Is what he says at first.
It sounds like Inara has also been through a lot, but that she found her people. His shoulders drop as he feels sorry that she lost her home and those relationships. He wonders if he should ask about why the life was left in haste, but no -- that isn't what is important. ]
I hope you can, too.
[ He says finally, still rolling the cookie in his hands. ]
Still ... you aren't alone. [ It'd be presumptuous to say he's here, but -- ] I'm sure people already feel drawn to you. 'Cause of how bright you are. [ But that probably doesn't sound quite right. He's glad to have the dessert otherwise he isn't sure what he'd do with his hands. ]
Me too. I'll do something for you, too... if you ever need it. [ Which might be now? ] When you need it, then.
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Date: 2025-06-24 06:17 pm (UTC)the only thing to do was to enjoy this tender moment between two people who were exploring a new and blossoming friendship.
as the tea was finished being poured, she moved his cup over to him before taking her own towards her lips and blowing on it gently. she took a sip as she watched him roll the cookie before setting her cup a bit away from her lips to speak. )
Henry, I'm going to get a cavity with all these sweet compliments. I appreciate it though, I'm sure I won't be alone for too long.
( she didn't want to sound too needy or desperate for companionship, after all she did enjoy her moments of solitude. however the 'found family' she had back home meant a lot to her and getting to see them daily, partaking in their misadventures and having that stability was something she had grown used to.
still his next response left her smiling a bit bashfully as she looked at him with a curious expression. )
Is that right? And what can you offer me Henry? I'm not a woman with many needs, the only thing I've been wanting is better tea to partake in and perhaps....
a gun.
( the tone shifted just a bit but it was clear with how delicate she was, it was mainly for her own protection. hopefully he understood that. )
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Date: 2025-06-25 04:49 am (UTC)[ It's a faint noise that he makes as she tells him that she'll get a cavity from his compliments. Some soft rebuttal between her two sentences, but barely loud enough to really interrupt. It could've just been a noise in general. ]
Oh, that's makes sense.
[ Is what he says about her not being alone for too long. Yes, it makes sense that she won't be because people will want to talk to her. The cookie has, officially, rolled at least ten times in his hands. His eyes drift to the side before he lifts it up to take a bite, since he feels self-conscious that he hasn't yet done that much.
But his gaze fixes back on her face when she asks what he can offer her. His gaze slides off her shoulders at the comment of needing a gun. He realizes that he just took a bite of the cookie but hadn't been chewing. Right. He chews, swallows, thinks. ]
... yeah, that makes sense.
[ Henry repeats himself. He isn't sure if having a gun would've kept Eileen safe, but he likes to think it would've held that man back for him to have done something(????). But as far as he knows, she died. He was just next door. He was just outside her apartment. He was so close to being able to help her. Did that make her more scared?
He holds the cookie carefully and lets his hand drop. ]
I can get that for you.
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Date: 2025-06-25 09:55 pm (UTC)as soon as he broke the silence with actual words to push their conversation in a proper direction, she placed her cup down and looked at him before wondering if she was a bit too impolite in mentioning a gun. how sensitive was this man? was that too brazen? it was always difficult to tell with his type.
yet she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow— he could get which one? the tea or the gun? it was time to find out. )
The gun? I don't want you to use up your points for something like that, especially if you need them for something else. I just figured...
( and once again being honest with him, more than she had with anyone else— )
I could use it for my own personal protection. I came from a world where....I always had to look over my shoulder just in case of anything.
( she won't go into details about her line of work, but being a companion wasn't the safest job, at least not always. even her higher end clients, senators and multi-millionaires could get dangerous when they felt they were owed something from inara. whether it was more time with her, forcing or pressuring her to leave that line of work to date them, or something far worse in bed....she always had her guard up.
there was no expectations of that in etraya, but the caution and need to control any outcome kept her worried, thus desiring a gun. )
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Date: 2025-06-27 06:05 am (UTC)[ He did see there is something to protect a person from the penalty (is that even the right word?) for dying. Like dying isn't enough of a penalty. His eyes almost start to unfocus but he keeps himself in the conversation. He lightly shakes his head and adds: ]
I understand...
[ The idea that she'd have to look over her shoulder. It isn't something that he isn't unaware of, anyway. He blinks a few times before once more taking another bite of his cookie. It still tastes just as nice as before. It helps. He blinks, again, as he tries to think of something to say. But he doesn't know what the next missions will be like; he understands she's on her own even if people have been kind; if it'll make her feel safe -- ]
I'll bring it to you as soon as I can. [ He dips his head in a small nod. Right, the idea of cherishing the relationships he has means he has to try to talk more. ] You brought me into your home and so, it seems right to give you something to feel safe. Since this space is safe to you. It should stay that way. [ Henry forces himself not to trail off with what he's saying. ]
Telling you that it is... doesn't mean you'll feel it right away... so... I don't mind.
[ Right -- he said he would do what he could and this is what he can do. ]
Do you know guns? What kind of gun do you want?
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Date: 2025-06-27 04:42 pm (UTC)his kindness was so effortless, it was almost admirable in a way. she wasn't a mean person by any means but she was far more willing to assume such affection came from wanting something. with him, it didn't really feel like that was the case at all. )
Thank you....I do believe no matter where I am, a safe place to escape to is important. As for the gun....
My captain back on the ship I lived on in my world used a Taurus Model 85 revolver but....I'm not entirely sure if you can request such a thing from Aurora. Is that where'd you get it from? I heard through the grapevine that's how people get things here.
( in turn she picked up one of the cookies for herself, her bright red nail polish contrasting the soft brown of the treat. she took a smile and almost bird-like bite before mulling over what kind of gun she should ask for. she knew how to handle one and the most basic maintenance but the gun expert on her crew had been jayne—
he'd probably ask for something that could tear down a wall or blow off a head. that thought made her laugh just a bit before she realized she hadn't clued in henry as to what she was thinking about. it seemed he wasn't the only one who lived in his mind from time to time. )
Ah....my apologies, I just remembered something amusing from back home. I think a revolver or a standard handgun is just fine. Small enough to fit in my purse or clothes you know? Just in case.
( but that thought about keeping her home safe was a nice one, and it made her think how she would come to owe him so much more because of the gun—
and for a woman of her position, she disliked owing anyone anything. maybe just maybe, she also wanted to just be his friend. )
I appreciate it Henry, by the way. I can help you too in any way that you need, if you want your home to be just as comfortable I can do it.....or if you need a place to escape and just relax in, you're always welcome here. You can just come and relax and I'll make you tea.
( they didn't need to have a conversation really, she'd be more than happy to host him in silence. )
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