"Okay," he says, easily, like it's the easiest thing in the world, and he does, abandoning the blood and picking up his communicator to send a quick message to Nuada, cancelling today's sparring session in a quick flurry of fingers over the digital keys.

"But I do want to know everything," he answers her when she speaks again, and he grabs his unfinished glass of blood and brings it over to his nightstand, puts down both blood and communicator there, and joins her on the bed, but not inside it. He's still in his t-shirt and boxers, and his head is still a very unhappy place migraine-wise, but it's okay because he's sitting beside her, legs crossed, and he reaches for her hand and threads their fingers together just because he can. "What will you study, in college?" It's a bit of a minefield, that topic, he understood that last night, but she'll have to learn to defuse those mines, and he really is interested, and convinced that she can and will go to college if she wants, when they get back to their world.