Ren's ears caught the word 'bride', and despite the misery of his own situation, he felt a flicker of pity for the pilot.
Kaelo was friendly, yes, but he was also quite relentless.
Cilian, however, didn't care about the Captain's love life or his lack of a bride. He was too busy steering Ren toward a secluded path that led away from both the wreckage and the village.
His hand remained wrapped to Ren's waist, his fingers splaying possessively over the curve of his hip.
"Get your face away from me," Ren hissed, leaning his head as far as he could.
"Now, now," Cilian chuckled, his voice dropping into that smooth, soft tone that always signaled trouble. "The neighbors are watching, and we have a 'work ethic' to maintain, remember? If the village spirit drops because we aren't being affectionate, Kaelo might come back and give us more of that nectar. Is that what you want?"
