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Faith comes into the bar in high spirits, dressed casually - she's been training - but still wearing that somewhat ridiculous circlet in her hair. It comes off as soon as she's in the bar, and she goes up to Bar to get a cup of coffee.

This procured, she goes over to read the notice board, and sees Kaylee's note.

The coffee cup drops from suddenly-nerveless fingers, and Faith, staring in pale, wide-eyed horror, doesn't even notice the waitrats that scamper to clean up the mess.

River and Simon. Taken. Her friends - her good friends - in terrible danger.

The horror gives way, slowly, to the cold, killing fury of a very angry Slayer, and she turns on her heel and stalks over to Bar, acquiring paper and pen and writing a very brief note, which will be delivered to whichever member of Serenity's crew happens to come into the bar next.

If I can help, I will. - Faith

Then she gets another drink - whiskey this time - and stalks over to a table with a carefully blank expression on her face.

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Faith slips her hand into his, twining their fingers together, and tilts her head to rest it on his shoulder.

This is a woman in desperate need of a hug.

Max clings.

It's something he's good at.

"Anything you want. Always. Whatever you need."

Faith clings back, burying her face in his shoulder.

This is so much better than whiskey.

"I know. Same. Likewise. Anything. Love you.

You're what I need."

Just don't give Max whiskey and it's all good.

"Not moving."

"Good."

And Max has a lapful of clinging Wife.

Max totally does not mind.

Actually, he is now softly smiling, as well as playing a bit with her hair.

"Lunch?"

"Sure. Just don't expect me to move."

She can't help smiling back, despite everything.

Because it's Max.

"Nope. Um. Hey, Holly?"

The waitrat frequently seen at Moiraine's table squeaks and heads kitchen-ways.

"Helps to have friends in physically low places."

"True," Faith agrees, and combs her fingers through his hair.

Quiet time with the husband is nice.

And then they have salads -- Max's with hot sauce, Faith's without.