“I see,” she said. The moment he stopped moving, she slid closer and placed her head on his chest like she had dozens of times before in the months since they crashed here. Trip felt another pang of desire shoot through him, but he pushed it down and frowned.
T’Pol was shivering.
“You okay?” he asked. “It’s not that cold.”
“I know,” she replied with a flash of actual irritation in her voice, “but that does not mitigate the fact that I am having difficulty getting warm.” Concern washed away the amorous thoughts that always plagued him when they were together like this, and Trip began rubbing her back, hoping that it might help.
“Do Vulcans get sick?” he asked. “If you picked up a bug,” he continued, “that might explain why your hands are always shaking and the headaches you keep getting
