Rogue watched them go before waving off the wraith who had stayed back, explaining that she could make it from here and thanking him anyway. In truth, she just wasn't quite ready to leave yet, since she wasn't sure if she'd be spending the night alone.

It was a strange feeling, wishing a strong relationship between the commander and his queen when she was in her own relationship with him. That none of it was the traditional human definition of such made it a little easier, but it was still taking some adjusting to.

She straightened up a little in the kitchen, taking the extra time to make sure things were spotless and put away with precision, and then she made herself a cup of tea, sitting at the table and staring at nothing while it cooled. She'd head back after she was finished with her drink, the path an easy one to follow if she concentrated.