There was a quiet sigh before she leaned into him, rather than trying to get away. Mara was far more tired than she had been letting on. Luke was a warm, comforting presence, and her arms wrapped around him almost out of reflex. Shock and stress had driven them together over and over throughout her stay. It was becoming normal to be this close to him, and from what she could understand and see, he was more than happy with that situation.

Her forehead was resting against his shoulder, her voice muffled against his robe. "Maybe I'll get a second chance. To figure out what I'm not missing."