Sethi blinks in surprise at the Sorceress, feeling suddenly very awkward to be out of her armor.  She shrugs then, tips her head toward the cabin.  "I... ah... I need to lie down for a while, if there's time..." the dark circles under her eyes speak volumes about her exhaustion.  "If you don't mind, maybe..." she trails off heading back to the sleeping quarters and trying hard not to think about those gemstone eyes that bored right into her skull, that porcelain face that teased at her mind on long nights, the voice that had cried out not hours before, just beyond her reach, for the touch of another.<br/><br/>*<br/><br/>In the cabin, Sethi coils into her hammock carefully, shifting her weight in her best effort not to go completely upside-down.  She still curls her weapons, and the neat row of daggers in the ship's rib speak of her lack of trust of the others.  "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Chloe..." she curls onto her side once the hammock stabilizes so that she can watch-- what, the door?  Perhaps... or perhaps Chloe-- as she speaks.  "I don't blame you.  I've done as much, out of... needs," she rolls her eyes at her own embarrassment and tries to continue, "out of urges and feelings that can't be... sated... any other way.  Sometimes just to feel alive,.  But... what I think you are asking?" She shakes her head slowly, stares at the ceiling again as the hammock swings with her shifting weight.  "What happened to me... was something I<i>did</i>.  It doesn't own me, I own<i>it.</i>"  there's a rustling of leather as she checks her armor, making sure she can reach it quickly, if she needs to.<br/><br/>"But finding that release... that trust to be that open?  Lots of times, Chloe, I want that from you."  She smiles faintly, the admission so uncharacteristic that it's almost shocking.  "But what if I do and I lose you?  Or I fuck up my job because you get hurt, or I beg you to bed me when I should be guarding the door..?"  she wipes her eyes with one hand, the skin still smelling of sweat and leather despite the wash.  "I want you to outlive me, Chloe-- not to outlive my usefulness."