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She leaned over and found the angle far too difficult to actually see- his carapace was in the way, for one, and for another he was obnoxiously larger than her. He teetered on the edge of weirdly big, but made up for it by being adorable, so she forgave him for turian height and proportions and bought boots with thicker soles.

In this situation, however, any attempt to look over his shoulder at his face would require a mild amount of climbing and some creative rolling. If she got out of bed he would more than likely wake up- they’d been soldiers and mercenaries and galactic criminals by some standards, so neither of them slept very deeply.

She could grab his visor, though. He kept it on the shelf above the pillows, an easy reach upwards that could be done without jerking him awake- so she did, cradling it awkwardly in her hands. It was far too big for a human head, but she reasoned that she didn’t have to put it all the way on- just enough for it to tune to her optics.