Neither Seven nor Nebula are naturally inclined towards tactile comfort, but long ago Janeway had shown Seven the unexpected value of irrational sentiment; and so when Nebula had broken both legs and several ribs in a particularly rough battle several months into their travels together, Seven had reached out to hold the prone woman. Nebula’s body was already working to repair itself, but the process was undoubtedly extremely painful.
Surprisingly, Nebula didn’t break Seven’s own arm for the presumption.
It is a year later and neither of them is injured or in pain. With the constant whisper of a mental link, touch is more redundant than ever. And yet in this brief of peace they rest, enjoying the feeling of physical closeness with another sentient being