#there's been a little revision of trammander ship vibes (though nothing too big) and now nyra has more agency???

[i-mybrunettelady]

For the various questions : "don't you know what you mean to me" for Trammander 🥰🥰🥰

trammander beloveds <3 i gotta start with them, haven't trammander in literal forever <333

--- Fort Trinity, 1325 AE

-- slight nsfw mention, i suppose???

"Need help with those?" Nyra tries keeping her voice as casual as she can; really, her question is a normal one, she sees her Marshall bent over papers and plans and as the military arm of the Pact, she offers help. No need to get it all wobbly and excited.

Of course, she made sure her uniform was as pristine as it was going to get. She even had her hair braided by a norn adjutant, in a mixture of human and norn styles that she thinks suits her face well. He'll most likely notice, but can you fault her for wanting to dress up a little in the middle of warfare?

"You should stretch your shoulders a bit, too," she adds. "I don't know how sylvari bodies work but my back would hurt if I was bent over the table for a long time like that."

Wouldn't mind being bent over by him, though, her brain supplies and she chases the thought away with a pitchfork.

He looks up from the plans and rolls his shoulders back, as she requested. His chest puffs and widens and his neck curves beautifully as he stretches it and groans. Nyra has to look away to save face before he looks at her.

"I was going to send for you anyway," Trahearne says softly. "There are things I need to talk to you regarding these."

"Intuition," she says. Her boots thud along as she comes to settle by his side. Sea wind carries over from the open window and rustles his leaves and the loose ends of her hair. Her heart hammers in her chest, as it likes to do when they're this close and alone.

"Your intuition is very good, Lyss," he agrees. "This is the third time it's made you appear on my doorstep right when I was about to ask for you." There's a little twinkle in his eye.

"I'm just doing my job, Trahearne," she clears her throat as warmth spreads on her cheeks. "Intuition and gut feeling can save your life in combat situations, actually. It's a very useful thing to have when you're out there and alone and looking after yourself." Nyra looks over the plans once more - a simple battle formation anyone would know. Emboldened, she looks him in the eye. "Although you're far too quick to call for consultations for battle plans three times in a row," she adds conspiratorially. "Unless you wanted to purposefully see me?"

"I do find your company quite pleasant," he says, a little stiffly.

"Do you now," Nyra barks out a laugh. Pride swells in her chest. Not the most graceful use of tactics for making a move, but she'll take it.

"It's always pleasant in the company of an equal," he replies, more confidently this time, and his hand comes to rest beside hers on the table.

Nyra looks down on the metal table and smiles. "It is, yeah," she murmurs. Her pinkie wraps around his and she takes a chance to marvel at his long fingers. "Is that what you see me as though, for real? An equal?" She's not fishing for praise nor does she particularly need it, but it feels nice to hear it from him. It warms something in her that she doesn't want or see going cold anytime soon.

"Of course," he chuckles, adjusting his hand to be slightly over hers. She makes a face or he sees something else he likes, because he's just staring for a few more moments before he answers. "You are my equal in every respect, Lyss. It'd be rather foolish to not take your counsel into account, I think."

"For simple battle plans?"

"For that and so much more."

"Flatterer," she says. Trahearne laughs.

"I aim to please."

She later leaves with two observations: one is that she knows the most basic of basic battle tactics like the palm of her hand, and the other is that she is so hopelessly in love with Trahearne. And a logical conclusion would be she needs to upgrade her strategy if she wants to make any progress on that front.