The Final Frontier

She looked up at him, her brows furrowed.

“I missed you too. Thank you for coming back for me.”

 

“Don’t apologize,” she said, shaking her head. “I knew you wouldn’t be gone for long.”

 

She looked up at him.

“Will you lie down?” she asked quietly, scooting over.

 

She turned on her side, looking over at him thoughtfully.

“You saved me,” she told him quietly. “I would have died in there without you.”

 

“I figured,” she replied, resting her head on the pillow. “I know you wouldn’t do that to me.”

 

She exhaled slightly when he touched her, her hair moving through his fingers smoothly.

"Don't worry," she said, shaking her head, those bright eyes still watching him. "It wasn't your fault. You tried to stop me."

 

She shook her head, scooting over and propping her chin on his chest, looking up at him earnestly while her hand rested on his waist.

"Listen to me; I'm royalty. Do not worry. I am fine."

 

"I am," she repeated, shaking her head. "Everything's okay, Baze. Seriously."

 

“You don’t need to worry about me,” she said, reaching up gently and cupping his jaw uncertainly. “I can take care of myself.”

 

She flushed lightly, squinting at him.

"I can take care of myself," she repeated.