Ford carried Anaisa's words with him after the break. Despite everything–despite his role in her husband's abduction, despite his aid in her niece running away–She was still glad to know him?
That touched him in a way he didn't expect.
He didn't know exactly what to do with these feelings. How to process the bulk of it.
It would all take time, he supposed.
"How are you holding up?" Mia asked from beside him.
"I should be asking you that," He cut her a glance. He hadn't really checked on whether her powers were becoming too drained.
Mia turned her face away to hide a yawn in her shoulder, and Ford grinned slightly. Time with her lightened his heavy mood even without active effort on her part.
"I guess that's my answer," He teased, and she rewarded him with a mock glare. The conversation paused as the group prepared to navigate the rise to the next shelf of the staggered plateaus.
When faacing unknown reptiles, the best course of action is to jump on it like Crocodile Dundee and hold its jaws closed with one hand. Probably. I mean, I wouldn't try, but you let me know how it goes.