"You know what? It gives me the warm fuzzies that you'll come you know..." she mused, slinging an arm around his waist to pull him close enough for a kiss. "With my team, my dad, growing up? You fought or you died, no one sat on the sidelines cheering you on, no one thought it was...special. Do or die. I know that's not your way lover, and I know you prefer not to think about me being dangerous...so it's double hard for you to come support me and that means a lot." She knew he didn't get it.

He never had a life that demanded he understand.

Coming anyway? Had to be hard as hell.

Best not to give either of them time for second thoughts. She palmed a large stick and tossed it at the wall, a gate to a sunset stained, dripping and ancient forest. "Short walk, I promise. Just don't want to spook the natives with teleporting."