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Sarloch
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He smiled and stood, moving behind her and resting his hands lightly on her shoulders. He leaned in close and followed her gaze. "And which ship is yours, Captain?" He asked, making the connection rather quickly that he should be addressing her as that, instead of miss. While he looked out his fingers began to gently work at her tired muscles, each one strong yet gentle and moved with the skill required to massage without the occasional prick of pain that was usual.