[Her gaze both focused on and softened at the sight of their gently clasped hands. Of the gentleness in which he pressed his lips to the skin of her knuckles. A sort of gentleness one might not have expected from such a fierce warrior of his experience and--in her eyes--limitless potential.]

I do think...we'll go home someday. Whatever home is still there waiting for us.

[An answer they didn't even have. Given the circumstances immediately prior to arriving in Genessia.]

In the meantime... [She paused. Holding on a moment longer before reluctantly pulling away.] I'll set up something for Bulla while you finish and shower. We can leave it in the ice box for her so it'll stay fresh.