Apparently!

She giggles and kisses back.

"Does being here make these kisses heavenly?" Samira wonders.

"They already were." Kiss!

Heee.

Giggle. "Love you."

"Love you too."

"Love you more than all the stars in the sky."

"More than all the hours of all the days."

"More than all Creation," she murmurs.

Kiss!

Intense kiss!

It's so good to be loved.

It is.

And it's so good to have someone to love, too.

Sisters are the best.

They are. 

(Micqui's watching them with a very sappy adoring expression.)

Good.

She gives them both kisses. "C'mon, let's not get so busy we forget dinner..."

"Yes ma'am."

To dinner, then.

Dinner's with an upperclassman of Micqui's, one of the few more or less genuine friends she made - a dragon-blooded, a bit older than her - and there isn't even a chair for Samira, just a thin pillow for kneeling on between her sisters. The dragonblooded isn't exceptionally at all well placed yet in Heaven's complex hierarchies, and probably never will be - but she's friendlier than most will be, and she shares gossip, and she even offers to tell her head of staff to arrange training for Micqui's own servant, since some of the norms are different here from those in the Deliberative.

(There's a gentle nudge through Samira's collar, a soft question.)

It might be useful. She sends soft agreement and submission back.

"I'd be delighted," Micqui says (sending pride and love in return) - and the conversation flows on.

They don't get a ton of concrete use, but... The relationship's been reestablished, at least a little.

It's not nothing, for the first dinner back.

Yeah. And sticking their toes in gently these first few days isn't a bad idea.

Not at all. And now Samira will have another place to get some information from.

Yeah - and it'll give her an in with other servants, in this household and elsewhere. Help her stand out less, at least a bit.