It's nice. To stand here like this, in the middle of a warship, with the war miles, and universes away. He won't give voice to those thoughts - not for a while. But he'd seen the weight of it wear her down, seen the strain push her places that worried him. Here... at least, the fights never felt so daunting.

Here, at least, there were times you could just lean into someone, hold on, and know they'd be there the next day.

"Right now?" he asks instead of an answer. His voice is that low pitched hum in air and bone. "I'm more than all right."