The weight and warmth of her hand is very solid and very grounding as well, a reminder: this is real. The curve of her smile is real, the early dawn's light and the way it softens her face is real. It was all nearly taken away--but it wasn't.

He sighs, heavily. Then he pushes back and goes to drag a chair around to her side of the desk.

"Only because it means spending time with you."

Rosana pricks her ears again. Her eyes track Darras as he moves. She doesn't yet jump down, but she's clearly thinking of doing so.