Her fingers curling with his didn't feel titillating or surprising. It was a relief; wholly natural. If they had died, they'd atomized into one another and he could never be apart from her agai—

No. No. He didn't have any right to expect—to need that. Have no presumptions and no expectations. Take every moment only in of itself. …That being the case, he was beyond grateful for her hand. It occurred to him that just because she had been here longer didn't make her less vulnerable than him right now, so for the merest moment, he squeezed lightly back.

As they entered the ship, he nearly asked what this ship was doing here… but he had so many questions jostling in his mind… "I don't even know what to ask. There's so much."

Was that less intrusive or unfair, to insist she guide him? He tried to order his mind. "What's the last thing you remember? Before here?"