[ She holds it just out of his reach long enough for the film to finish developing and allowing her a better look at the photo. Having photos taken isn’t something she’s particularly fond of doing, but knowing that with film levels low, tossing it out would not be an option
So she sighs and hands it back to him in exchange for the camera he’d just set down. Careful not to drop it, she examines it, surprised it’s managed to last so long and still be in working condition.
A family heirloom, no doubt. ]
❝ This isn’t going to become a regular thing, is it — taking photos of me sleeping?❞

[ He turns the picture over in his hand and smiles at the result. It is a perfectly captured moment, even if she didn’t think so. His favorites had always been the peaceful times between the two of them and living on a ship full of people, it was hard to come by at times.
Now, he had a photo of that always. ]
"No, no. I think one is enough evidence that it happened.“
[ His gaze moves over to her looking over the camera. A smile curling back to his features. ]