[Private to Ivy]

[She's been debating how best to go about this, so when she clicks on the feed, there's really no pausing to search for words.]

I will be leaving soon. Before I go, I would like to make certain you have someone to turn to, if the necessity arises. I will not ask the Admiral to reduce your natural abilities again, but I would like someone to be aware of them should there be future difficulties. [Like with Harley. Pls don't get into a massive cat fight and rip the ship apart.]

[Spam for Trip]

[After her conversation with Rhade, T'Pol cleaned up in the lab, and then went straight to her quarters. The bond they shared didn't usually afford them an ability to actively speak mind to mind over distances, but sharing thoughts and generalized feelings wasn't so difficult.

So she knew that Trip would be waiting for her when she walked through the door. She had been keeping a list of the things she would need to do, trying not to think of Gaheris' generosity and how much she would miss him, when they had gone. With the door closed behind her, though, other emotions trickled past her damaged suppression system: happiness. Elation.

She's absorbed so many human characteristics over the last few years, constantly exposed to them - not to mention over her bond with Trip. She'll blame that over saturation for her decision to walk up to her husband, and kiss him without preamble.]