"Well, I figured out that 'dorm' is some kind of word for living spaces. I'm thinking once we get a bit rested I'll either relocate there, or bring some stuff from one of the rooms here. There's beds there--mattresses and all. Much better than the sad pile of cushions I've got." He slid his arm around her middle, slowly rubbing up and down her side. His head tipped down to rest on hers, and he closed his eyes, enjoying a moment of peace. "I seem to recall my mother referring to the kitchens as a 'mess hall' once... might be that's what's down the other hall. The rest of it can wait a little while longer."<br/><br/>He turned his head to kiss into her scalp, hugging her closer to his side. "Y'know, though... about Ollie. He was brave, capable, daring... but Malia, he wasn't any better equipped to handle the situation we're in than you are. This isn't a question of who could do more, or who could go farther. And besides all that, I'm at least glad you're here. I'm glad I met you. Happy, even. Happier than I think I've ever been."