Need. That's a very specific word-choice for someone like Kaz, and she can't help the way her ears hone in on it. It catches her breath in her throat, but she wills nothing to pass across her face for it all.

"It doesn't have to be, I don't think," she muses softly. "This may be an opportunity to start over, without the expectations of The Barrel at our backs, but... it doesn't change us as people..." her voice drops low and quiet, "Doesn't change...what we are to each other." Not that she exactly has words for what that is. They haven't had that conversation so explicitly.