“And I was afraid I might say yes.” She looked out the window again. “But I’ve belonged to this star port too. And so have you…” She sighed, looking back. “Neither of us belongs here now, Miroe. We’d better get out of here before they seal it up like a tomb.”
He grinned, easing. “That’s a step in the right direction. We’ll take the rest as it comes; step by step.” He turned solemn again. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, Miroe. For whatever comes.” She felt her excitement and her courage coming back to her. “It’s going to be interesting.” She felt her face warm as he touched her. “You know, Miroe—” she laughed suddenly, “among my people, “May you live in interesting times’ is not exactly a benediction.”
He smiled, and then he began to laugh; and together they started back through the abandoned halls — returning to Carbuncle, going home.