Pairing: Polly/Mal
Rating: A

Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with Terry Pratchett or Discworld.

Small Comforts
by Amazon Syren

     Mal sipped her coffee.
     She was intensely relieved to have some again, so-much-so that the feeling almost overwhelmed her desire to let the League Rules go hang, and rip off Strappi’s miserable head.
     Almost. Not quite.
     She watched Polly, across the mess-hall table from her, dunking her slab of horse-bread into her tea in the hopes of softening it up a little.
     She was relieved about that, too.
     Sometimes, when she knew no-one could see her, Mal let herself shudder at the thought of how close she’d come to losing it. Had lost it, in fact, although she was trying really hard not to think about that.
     She'd blacked out at that point, and when she'd come to, she’d been surprised to discover that someone – Polly, as it turned out – had brought her back to their make-shift barracks before heading off on what could only have been called a Fool’s Errand.
     But it had worked, and they'd all (miraculously) survived, and so now she found herself here, drinking coffee like nothing had gone wrong, sitting across from Polly, who had cared enough about her to bring her somewhere safe, even after Mal had tried to kill her.
     Mal sipped from her cup, and took small comfort from the smile Polly offered her across the table.