"Kalliain? Katya? K-somth'n or other. She kinda mumbled it. Didn't much wanna ask her t'speak up, kinda looked like she'd keel over and die if Jayne farted." Course he's not all that surprised. He's a big ole human, she's a skinny little elf raised where big human men do real bad things t'little skinny elves if they think they can get away with it. Boils the blood, that- but he can' fix everything.

Little jobs, little things- that he manages.

"Snuck on the ship, didn't stay put when I told her to, snuck into the fight t'get the girl out so for that I'm grateful but if she got herself hurt her brother woulda turned me inta a frog." And he don't much care for the taste 'a flies, Asher. Not even a little. "Awww. I knew you loved me honey-bear."

Mal hooks a companionable arm around Asher's shoulder, tugging him in to press a messy kiss to his shaven temple.