Editing Commissar Techpriestess love story (section)

=== Chapter 28 ===
The pair quickly tidied themselves, Octavia putting the commissars hat back on his head with a tired smile, “My apartment is closer,” she said, “You should stay there, less of a walk for you and your injured leg.”
Rogal grinned, as he picked up his duffle in his new hand and slung it over his shoulder, taking his cane in the other. “Sounds like a plan, lead the way,”
Her tiny hand was dwarfed in his mechanical one, as the petite priestess lead her massive lover down the corridors to her apartment. As they walked, Rogal told her of the battle, how he lost his arm, and how his last thoughts before he blacked out were of her. Octavia felt tears well up in her eyes, as she hugged the massive man around the waist, 
“Don’t you ever do something like that ever again,” she sobbed at him, his augmented hand gently stroking her back to sooth her,
“I can’t make any promises,” he said sadly, “But, I’ll do my best.”
“You better,” she said, “Or I’ll…”
“Or you’ll what?” The commissar asked, a smile playing on his lips,
“I’ll downgrade that hand of yours to a glorified bulldog clip.” She quipped back, nimbly skipping away and giggling, poking her tongue out as she turned. Rogal just laughed, “Alright, alright, no more fighting the elite of the orkish forces.”
The pair rounded the corner, Octavia racing ahead to the door of her apartment,
“Welcome back, sir,” she said happily, unlocking the door with a mechadendrite. The pair walked through the doorway and stopped. Tiberius looked up from the dataslate he was reading, Caelistis paused from dabbing at his back, and on the bed, a very embarrassed Elsa looked at them, a blanket clutched to her chest.