Rogue would never want to leave the hive. So long as he was there, it would be her home, the only place she felt she belonged now. It didn't matter how bored she got, or how monotonous life could be, it would always be home and her value of that concept had changed a great deal during recent years.

It was true, though; she had been through a lot.

She wrung out her hair before climbing out as well, taking a towel and robe from him and drying off as best she could. It was difficult to get her back, as moving too much stretched the sensitive skin, but she did what she could before slipping on the robe.

"Tell me something else good that's happened here," she requested, steering them away from the darker topics like her own insecurity over still having a place among the crew.