A Good Thing

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Chapter 39

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A/N Alright, resolution. I hope I did this part and their relationships justice. Keep in mind this swill have at least 60 chapters so no one panic. 

Migs had been uncharacteristically quiet from the moment Omera and Cara had gotten to the clinic. When she'd pressed him, he had been recalcitrant and insistent that he would be fine if they left him on the ship for the duration of their stay. Of course neither Omera nor Cara had heard a word of that and after they ate, shoved crutches under his arms and directed him through the city.

Halfway down the tunnel, groaning around the throbbing in his knee, he had finally given in and told Omera what had happened with Asta. He had done so with as little emotion as possible but Omera could tell that he'd been hurt, even if he still thought he didn't deserve to be. She understood—sharing that part of their lives as they had. If Din had reacted the way Asta had almost a year ago when she'd told him about it she would have been hurt too. Asta and Migs were not as intimate as she and Din had been then but it was still painful to relive.

It certainly explained the younger woman's attitude towards her earlier that day. Hopefully Din had talked to her. They didn't need internal division now, especially over something like that. Besides, if Asta couldn't get past this, it would make things very uncomfortable when they traveled together.

Asta had come to find her almost as soon as they had deposited Migs in the apartment he shared with Paz. When she approached her, Cara had crossed her arms and given her an intimidating, questioning glare.

"If I leave, are you going to try and hurt each other?"

Omera arched a brow at Asta and she shook her head. "We'll be ok, Cara."

With a smirk Cara left them alone, muttering something about finding Din as she went. Turning back to the other woman, Omera smiled.

"Asta. Would you walk with me back to my apartment?"

She nodded and fell into step beside her. "Migs told me what happened. He was really hurt I think, not that he'll ever admit it."

When she glanced over at her, Asta was frowning miserably at the ground. "I know. Kriff, I could tell couldn't I? I was so shocked and upset myself but I could see the look on his face. Dammit, I've probably ruined that forever."

Omera sighed sadly. It was entirely likely that Migs wouldn't want anything to do with her anymore. At least for a while. Once when they'd been in the academy, they'd had a fight over something stupid and he hadn't spoken to her for days. "Was there a reason you sought me out?"

Working her jaw for a moment, Asta stopped walking and turned to face her. "Yes. I am sorry for the way I acted to you earlier. It was disrespectful, and unwarranted. I was shocked, confused and... honestly more than a little angry. But Djarin explained things to me. I don't have any right to be upset with you."

She inclined her head deeply and apologized again. "I hope you can forgive me, Omera."

Omera pursed her lips and smiled, placing a hand on Asta's shoulder. "You don't owe me an apology, Asta. I understand." Her head snapped up and her green eyes searched Omera's. "He told me about the purge. It was after I'd already gotten out but I saw my share of awful things. I'm sure it was extremely traumatic for you. You lost both of your parents and you were so young. Din's buir was killed too."

Looking frustrated with herself, Asta nodded and sighed. "He told me."

Omera smiled sadly and continued. "Are you going to be ok?"