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Shiro and Keith getting some much needed snuggling in after the war

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Mizuko had escaped a Galra prison that wasn’t heavily guarded as the others. It was quite easy for her too. Being part Galra made her overpower the guards as the easiest part. Flying one of their ships was a hard one. Survival wasn’t on her mind as far as food and destination. As long as it was away from that prison. The last thing she remembered as sending out a signal for someone to find her. The Galtean wasn’t expecting Voltron.

The sound of a voice and someone touching her brought her back to reality. Her purple eyes looked over to the stranger. The young woman closed her eyes again for a few minutes before opening them again. Mizuko’s voice was horse and couldn’t get anything out. “What?” She asked before closing her eyes again.

They couldn't leave her in the rundown ship. Who knew how long it'd hold up or what she planned to do once she found a place to go. She'd probably be questioned and lightly restrained with the promise that it was her own good- who was he kidding? She'd probably be friendly interrogated, fed, and cleaned up. Warming up to the hero idea didn't make him think any less of the classic paths for clearance.

"How long do you think you'll last out here on your own?" The ship was a junk heap and she was the only one they had found. The mental reminder to mind his tone annoyed him more than a verbal one would have. "Did you even notice we were here?" It was unnerving; the other didn't seem to be with it. If he had to get that close to be noticed- another scan of the room. Still no sign it was a trap. An eyebrow was raised with doubt she was aware enough to put out a distress signal. "If you aren't the one who needs help-" His tongue held back some of the bite as the rest of his words were reworded. "-If you are, you're going to have to walk."

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How did they get there?

His hand grazed the wall briefly as he approached the doorway. On the defensive of what could have been unknown dangers while the adventurous voice came over the com. As aggravating as it was to hear Lance carry on like a child on a pretend pirate ship, the other was a bit of a calming factor. His eyes rolled before narrowing again, however, his chest felt less tight. It was strange to think how much the team had grown. Keith half thought it'd make him more alert and stressed but focused didn't have to mean worn out. After a lifetime of having everything in his selectivity, his strength was restored by the connections he never bothered with. Just as he was about to call it, he came across a figure and his guard was instantly raised again.

That's where he was; staring down a nearly lifeless form with his fingers folded in a fist. Instinct would always be to fight but now he had more to fight for. She didn't look like there were too dangerous though he wasn't about to risk his team for a decoy. Eyes scanned the room slowly with the other used as a returning center point. It seemed secure. Muscles tightened at the slight crackle in his ear calling to him serving as a reminder of the team. He couldn't leave her to fade in the wreckage. Life was easier when he didn't need to care.

Cautious steps closed the gap and a hand wrapped around the other's arm. Soft enough to try to convey tenderness but tight enough to project dominance in the situation. "Can you walk?"

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