She's spent days in worse places than the floor of a hotel room, so she stays put. However long he needs her to.

"She's - tiny," she begins, laughter touching her voice. "And perfect. She frowns same way you do, forehead all pinched up. She can make a fuss like you, too."

She nudges him, running a hand up and down his spine.

"And she smells like honey, and earth, and wind. Perfect soft, sweet skin. Tiny li'l fists. She grabbed on to the Captain's nose once and wouldn't let go."