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Dutch watched her in quiet, contemplative frustration. He wished he knew what words would make her feel better. Wished he knew where exactly her dissatisfaction lay. As it was, he could only guess.

"I like being your friend," he said. He liked being her Dutch. "And I like that you are mine."

Was it fear? Was it jealousy? Was it only the influence of the season? The panther's nostrils flared, but he detected no particular change in Sulukinak's scent. She was young yet, and perhaps younger still at heart.

"I want to be married, Sulu," he said after a long moment of thought. "But I will not marry a woman who would try to separate us. Not even Tulugak."

He watched her, his gaze intent. Does that help?