[“Always.”]
Always.
[The echo is almost mouthed, instinctive. Aubrey’s just… watching him, studying his features, as she did when she woke before him in the barracks and as she has so many times since. She’ll never get tired of it. Her smile is faint, but she’s never been more enamored in her life.]

[When her husband says he dreams about her, her face flushes.] You… do?