Rogue grinned herself at his words, glad to have that sort of reaction from him. There were few things that she could do for him, at least in her opinion, and she enjoyed being able to do what she could, even if it was as simple as this.

Drying off, she watched him replace her braids and wondered idly if the queen was at all bothered by her relationship with the commander. The queen was young and clearly uncertain about things, and Rogue didn't have a clue how she might perceive the arrangement they had. As had been pointed out, she wasn't a worshipper, her place among the wraith entirely unique for a human, and she truly hoped the queen would never feel threatened by her.

She squeezed out the last bits of water from her hair and combed it with her fingers as he had, though her hair would dry in a much more orderly fashion than his. The towel was hung up before she joined him on the bed, carefully replacing the single braid that he had given her. Watching him for a moment, she quietly asked, "What are you thinking about?"