Time was something she'd had too much of lately. Time to think about what had happened, to debate all the things she could have (should have) done differently. Time to replay in her mind the hours after the attack, when all she'd wanted to do was fall apart but all she could do was stay strong for the others and carry on. It was all too much time, and she'd done her best to keep herself occupied as much as possible in the weeks since. Now, though...

Well, perhaps a week of nothing but time with someone who could likely already read her like a book wasn't the best idea.

She turns her hand to capture his fingers with her own, giving a gentle squeeze of gratitude for so many things. He hadn't argued with her, or insisted she speak further on the matter. He's exactly the person she'd always known him to be. "There's nothing else, thank you." She releases his hand before adding, "I'll make us some breakfast when you've finished meditating."