"You've never been unloved." There was an immediacy, a sharpness to his voice when he said that, and he sat up, pulling up a knee to his chest and resting his arm on it as he looked back at them. "Not for one second. Not since we laid eyes on you. Even when we were afraid you'd be gone forever, you've never been unloved."

Questions. He had a million and none at all, at the same time. He made a low, thoughtful sound, his hand drifting a little towards hers but stopping before they touched. Slow down, she'd said.

So slow the hell down, Poe, and give her space.

"I'm sorry I scared you," he said, a little roughly. It wasn't a question, but... it needed to be said, anyway. "I'd like to - see it. Your life, up there." Not a question either, but closer.