Dying had been terrible, certainly, and remembering it even worse. She had been so glad to wake up in the gravity couch after that, to find him afterward and hang on to him, that she doesn't think she can ever forget that. Even if some nights she wishes she could.

The thought of losing him is something she doesn't want to entertain. She's seen what something like that does to people, and she doesn't ever want to have to live through it herself.

She was more than a little amused with how much he was smiling about it and she nodded to his question. The pup in his lap looked pleased as anything and, well, it was pretty easy to keep delivering rubs and scratches to the wiggling creature. "I'm sure. If those weird looking bastards with too many teeth can handle these, I think we'll be ok."