"I didn't go far," Octavia murmured. Did they both know they smelled great? She was curling up against Duke, but she could feel Lucifer against her back, and all of her senses yearned for them. "And I'm not running away."

She had, last time, almost literally. Long runs around the island, and then when her legs had started complaining about it, she'd drummed until her arms nearly gave out, too.