It was raining on the planet, just like the first time they'd met each other. It was almost comical to think back to that time, how he'd seen her as a potential means of survival and the way she'd been so wary of him. Now, having his arm around her, being so close, it was the best thing she'd ever experienced - it really was the feeling of finally coming home.

But she couldn't help but move away when he touched his forehead to hers, stepping back quickly and almost slipping on the muddy ground. Even in that brief second, she'd felt her power stirring. "I can't control it anymore," she blurted out with eyes wide and frightened. "You can't touch me, I can't--" The words broke off and she shook her head, frustrated and heartsick because she wanted to feel his skin on hers, wanted the comfort of his presence in every way, and she couldn't have it.