Tarrok looked into her deep, dark eyes. Even when she closed them, he kept looking. Those eyes, those deep brown eyes, had been one of the first things he'd noticed about the hybrid. He hadn't done anything yet, and they had been so open and so trusting.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Well, I couldn't let someone drown right in front of me. Glass wasn't even that strong, anyways, just standard medical grade. Even through the armor plate, I could feel just how... vulnerable you were. Like if I pressed down a little, I'd bruise something. Couldn't leave you in that hole, could I?"</span><br/><br/>The saiyan wrapped his powerful arms around the feline. Memories guided him, her face and her smell putting him in just the right frame of mind to recall every detail. One hand just above her shoulder blades, the other just below the small of her back. That was how he held her, that very first time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I'm glad you decided to stick around. Even when I wasn't so sold on it."</span>Tarrok managed a small chuckle. "<span style="color: #0080FF">I wanted to send you away at first. Thought you wouldn't be safe around here. Wouldn't even be sane if you hung around a soldier for hire, was the idea."</span><br/><br/>Tarrok drew her tighter, making it more than clear how he felt on that subject now.