Although Goliath didn't speak at first, it was obvious that he had something that he wanted to say. Elisa was content to wait and give him the time that he needed, though she did open her mouth to protest when he said that he'd been lost.

She closed it without saying anything. Maybe he was right. She hadn't been on the ship with him, sharing the battles and the hardships and the despair. Though she'd frequently shut herself off from people before meeting the clan - because a good detective wasn't supposed to trust anyone - she'd never been truly alone. She couldn't begin to imagine what it was like to lose everything. Twice.

It was enough to push anyone, even someone as strong as Goliath, over the edge.

"You're the strongest person I know, but sometimes we all need to be reminded why we're fighting."

She was afraid of losing it as well - of losing him to the pods or to the war or to something else - but she'd rather have a handful of moments like this than carry on without knowing the contentment and companionship that she felt when she was with Goliath. These moments made the despair and loneliness that they all felt at times worthwhile.

"Good. And there are going to be a lot more moments like this, I promise."

She smiled up at him, the other things that she wanted to say remaining just out of reach.

"You're welcome."