She closed her eyes for a moment, simply savouring the contact and the steady rise and fall of his chest. When his voice cracked, however, she sat upright again, meeting his eyes with her own.

"I know," she whispered, soft and sorrowful. What could she say? She couldn't promise that it would be all right or come up with a perfect solution that would make it all work. All she could offer was the truth. "But I'll come back. I'll always come back. I don't care where they take me."