[Gregor blows into the medibay with a look of almost frightening focus in his eyes until they rest on Bel, pale but awake and reasonably okay, and his expression melts into a brief flash of naked relief before he composes himself again. When he reaches the side of Bel's hospital bed his face is concerned but calm, tightly controlled.]
Bel. [Relief is still clear in the warm rush of his voice and his fingertips press briefly to Bel's shoulder before he draws away.] I got your message--a week? How are you feeling? What happened?
HE LOEV BEL OK
Bel. [Relief is still clear in the warm rush of his voice and his fingertips press briefly to Bel's shoulder before he draws away.] I got your message--a week? How are you feeling? What happened?