[Lucy notices it, her eyes going wide.] Pavel! [It's an urgent whisper. Very, very carefully she puts her knees on the bed then wedges herself onto the edge of the bed on her side, carefully snuggled up to Chekov. She doesn't put her head on his chest the way she might. She keeps their hands twined together wedged between them. Her knees press against his leg and her free arm is curled up beneath her head.] I'm right here, Pavel. I'm not going anywhere.
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