After leaving the med bay cole heads for the bridge checkin on all te ships systems in his head as he heads for the lift.
*After changing out of the medical gown and back into part of her uniform, (Missing the jacket, wearing the black short-sleeved undershirt with gold markings at the shoulders (similar to the in-game markings on the A-01 uniforms) instead. She's also left her phaser pistol and holster with security.) and enters the turbolift.)
T'mar: Main Bridge.
*A wooden staff catches the doors before they close, and Soval enters the lift.*
*After a few seconds*
T'mar: Bridge, no secondary destination. Resume.
*After a few seconds*
*The Turbolift stops, and T'mar leans against the wall of the turbolift, looking at Soval curiously.*
You've let your hair grow.
T'mar: Really? After 8 years, that's all you have to say?
Soval: 7 years, 8 months, 23 days, 5 hours--
T'mar: Shut up!
Soval: What happened on Khitomer was not my fault. Nor was it your grandmother's.
T'mar: You think I blame you?!
You never cared enough to make sure I was okay! The memorial service and then nothing!
Soval: We knew you would endure.
T'mar: No thanks to you. Do you even KNOW how hard it...!
*She breathes deeply.*
Do you know how hard it was for me? My parents were dead and my grandparents lived half a quadrant away. You barely contacted me in all that time! Richard Allington's family was there for me! They were always there!
Soval: You could have come to us on Vulcan.
*T'mar looks at Soval, and then fidgets uncomfortably.*
You see? It works both ways.
If we hadn't cared about you, I wouldn't be here. However, the last several years have been... difficult... for me. Medical appointments, ambassadorial duties, tutelage of young Vulcan scholars, more medical appointments, and did I mention the medical appointments?
*Soval succeeds in putting a smile on T'mar's face, as she tries to contain her amusement. Soval relaxes.*
It's good to see you can still smile, T'mar.
T'mar: What is it?
Soval: T'lak's syndrome. My motor functions are deteriorating faster than normal.
Starfleet medical is looking into a possible treatment.
T'mar: That's good to know.
Soval: Indeed. Though, I've gotten used to the staff.
T'mar: Done? *Soval nods* Resume.
*After a few moments the turbolift stops at the bridge and T'mar helps Soval across the bridge.*
"It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a
weakness. That is life." - Captain Jean Luc Picard