Reality-Ambiguous: Captured.

[privateproperty]

She would apologize to him, later, for having been unable to escape them, and unable to prevent the damage and devaluation they'd done. She would. She had to keep telling herself she would have that opportunity. There was no evidence he was dead, so she had to think she would see him again.

Normally, an Orion would never, ever speak the name of a loved one to an enemy. But all things considered, they knew too much already for lies or secrecy to help. Better, this time, to be more... Klingony about it.

So she holds her head high, and smiles through the blood, and every time they ask a question, she gives the same answer proudly. So proudly, because it's all she has right now. "I am Dahlfes, under contract as the exclusive property of Kri'Stak, son of Tanas. You are all thieves, and you will not keep me."

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[qeylis_mindu]

"This time, I am... glad you are not a Klingon. Your ancestors would not be disappointed by you being taken alive... and neither will I." he replies, helping support her weight until she's cut loose. Then he picks her up entirely, cradling her in his arms.
"You're safe now, and they've learned the lesson of crossing us."

[privateproperty]

A hoarse, nervous laugh. Her ancestors would be more disappointed in how terrible she looked. But it was very reassuring to hear his opinion. She clutches. "Yes, Master. Thank you." She holds as tight as you can. "I should... I should tell you about what they were trying to find out, but... I think I need a drink first, please, Master."

[qeylis_mindu]

"If the information will keep, then, yes, of course." He carries her towards the ship they brought, letting the men handle the interrogations. He has what he truly came for.

[privateproperty]

And she'll stay very content in his arms, until he can set her down on the ship, and she can wash her face, and have a glass of water, and give him a quiet, quick, and relevant debriefing of the Cardassians' questions and apparent matters of interest.

She smiles sheepishly. "I'd ask to share the shower to get you cleaned up, but.... walking is still a little difficult."

[qeylis_mindu]

He takes note of the questions, very pleased with her, and obviously so, for choosing a position as captive to threaten her captors. Even Klingons will be able to appreciate that.

"Don't worry about that, this time, we can share so I can help clean you up."

[privateproperty]

She sighs and smiles. "Thank you. I love you, Master."

[qeylis_mindu]

He's not nearly as good at this process of washing someone else up as she is, but he does know how to treat wounds and make sure infection is avoided. Beyond that, he does his best, then bandages her up. "I love you too."

[privateproperty]

And she's very grateful, but frowns a little, as he bandages. "It's probably petty and vain, but I don't much like having scars that didn't come from you."

[qeylis_mindu]

"Your scars are beautiful. Scars are a sign you've lived a life worth living, and a warning to all you intend to live it a little longer."

[privateproperty]

"I'll take your word on that, Master. Thank you."

[qeylis_mindu]

"I know it troubles you, but I find them quite becoming, and most will fade in time. I know you are concerned about your value... but I have no intention of letting you fall into anyone else's hands, and I find you priceless."

[privateproperty]

Eyes down, she smiles, touched. "Thank you, Master," she says again, quietly, adding. "...I knew you'd come." She grabs his hand and kisses it.

[qeylis_mindu]

"So long as I live, I will always come for you."

[privateproperty]

And that makes her shiver as she leans against him. "Whatever I did to deserve you, I'll never understand..."

[qeylis_mindu]

"I would say the same." he replies quietly, carefully helping in supporting her weight, being remarkably gentle with the same hands that are usually so firm with her.

[privateproperty]

And everything is perfect in his arms. She tries to stay awake, to be useful, to just enjoy his care and his presence, but that the interrogation was exhausting was an understatement. She falls asleep against him.