"It'll all be yours," he whispers. "After all this is over, we'll get a ship. See the stars. Take you back to the snow and the mountains, even if it's only for a day."

"Even here, we'll drive out to the open plains where you can hear the wind making shapes and see thousand-year-old stars. We'll find a tree, somewhere, there's gotta be one, even if we have to search for months. We'll climb it and be that much closer to the sky."

He kisses her again. "Just hang in there."