Vesper frowned, and took his hand in hers. She squeezed softly. "I understand....He's a great man, and someone I'd want as a father,"she said looking into the fire. There was a painful ache in her chest, knowing that they could come back to nothing. Or worse, to hopeful friends and family, who would never see their loved ones again. Vesper let his hand go, and took the lance, gently looking it over. It was certainly beautiful. A chuckle left her, and she handed it back. "You know, I remember when Farkas introduced us to Rikke. He was so nervous to go into the business. You should have seen him,"she laughed sadly"He tried so hard to act like he was some hotshot. Merlin turned him into a rat that first day. Farkas said he deserved it for acting like he was above everyone."she sighed and pulled her hand from his, her smile fading. "Rikke was all he had left,"