She didn't expect him to say anything, she didn't really need him to. What do you say to that? There weren't many words that would suffice, but she appreciated his efforts in comforting her in the ways that he knew how. As he pressed a kiss to her forehead, she closed her eyes and let herself lean against him. She missed the feeling of affection from another person, it wasn't something that she truly had in the past few years. All she knew was pain. But she also knew that Arc would never intentionally hurt her, and she could feel the walls that she put up in her mind begin to crumble. She found herself trusting him, wanting to be around him every moment that she was awake. That was a huge step in the right direction for her. When he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, she didn't flinch as she once might have. She found herself curling into his arms, tucking her head into his chest and breathing him in. Everything about him was calming, everything he did soothed her. She wanted to stay there forever, hidden away in his embrace. The world was too difficult to face.<br/><br/>When he suggested that they pretend, if only for a day, that they weren't in the situation that they were, that the world hadn't ended, she nodded against his frame slowly. "Yeah, I'd like that." She smiled against his chest, her arms slowly wrapping themselves around him as well. She knew however, that whatever sadness she felt, didn't compare to the raw emotions he had to endure that day. She spent the day relaxing with him, as he promised, and made sure to let him know that she was there for him. Whenever he was making food, she cleaned his blood stained clothes and hung them out to dry. She stood, watching him cook with her chin on his shoulder. It was by far the best day she had had since the Fall.<br/><br/>When the sun began to set, and they were getting ready for bed, she walked into their makeshift bedroom area and changed her clothes. She didn't have any sweatpants, unfortunately, so her shorts that she had in her small backpack would suffice. She pulled her long sleeve shirt over her torso and pagan to stuff her things back in her backpack when she heard Arc's voice. She turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaning against the wall next to the bathroom area, shaking her head. "No, I haven't. I'll help you look though, maybe it's in the kitchen?"<br/><br/>She turned and walked through the plane, searching for the basket that he described. She looked in drawers and in cabinets, trying to find what he needed, but to no avail. She doubled checked every inch of the plane before walking back to him with a slight frown. "They aren't here, what were they? We can probably go get some medicine from town, if it's painkillers you need I have some." She offered. She didn't quite understand the dire nature of the situation, she didn't know that he needed these pills to sleep. She didn't know where they were, but little did they know, the basket had been swiped by the, now dead, Clyde. How his friend snatched the bottle before her ran. They were gone.