It's instinctive to want to tense when he reaches for me, with as on edge as I've been since I first heard that mine go off from the woods. I don't let myself give in to it, though. I need him too much right now for that, in a way I haven't in a long time. Instead, I lean in close, letting my head fall against his shoulder, savoring the warmth of his arm around me, the steadiness of his breath. For the moment, he's alright, we both are, and it doesn't matter how awkward things have been here, or what we were or are to each other. It doesn't even matter if anyone is watching. Let them. They should know that we aren't just going to lie down and give up without a fight. Anyone who's thought otherwise hasn't been paying enough attention.

"Can we do that?" I ask, lifting my head again, just enough to catch his gaze. I'm still not sure what kind of success they'll have with the cornucopia, but it's got to be worth a shot, an easy first option. It'll be a good chance, too, to play this like it's just something from home that showed up, not something deliberately meant to rattle us. "Call first thing tomorrow?"