That shared gaze communicates more than any soliloquy ever could. She returns that kiss, gentle and sure. She remembers not the first time they kissed, but the second. Where he kissed her and it felt like the first time he was opening to the possibilities. If he truly wants this, if he can find it in him to trust her, then she knows whatever the darkness holds, they will face it together.

She sinks into the lush softness of his kiss, telling him in this quiet way how good he feels, how much better her life is with him in it. She will never get tired of telling him that, and it shows, in her breath and in her hands. In the way her body molds to his.

Tomorrow they will walk into the desert together. They will face whatever comes, together.