"No, but I should be… I was…" His brow furrowed, trying to figure things out… or trying to try to figure things out. In truth, all his senses and thoughts were on her. Only her.

Because she'd asked him. He stepped up the ramp, closing most of the space between them. He stopped lower than her, with their eyes almost on a level; that stardusted green. It felt like there were more pertinent questions he should be asking—if only he knew them!—even than, "Are we dead?"