She leaned into that touch, arching against him slightly and making a sound almost akin to the human version of a purr. These were the moments she lived for, the little gestures and simple touches that she wouldn't trade for anything in this galaxy. It was a wonderful thing to feel close to someone, and she was so grateful that he'd given that to her.

"I wish I could show you my world," she told him in a soft, almost breathy voice. "The way it used to be. It was full of so many amazing things before the war." Before the world had begun to die because of so much hated and death. Her grip on him tightened just a little at the thought, as she pressed that much closer to him - as if he could chase away the awful memories.