<span style="color: #0080FF">"That gives me a few ideas, actually. Some beautiful lakes out in Cilencia, just away from Rodina. We'd never stop getting bothered by some eight foot tall thing looking for a drink, then."</span>The saiyan mulled over the choices. Potential choices ran through his head, each one with selling points and minor drawbacks.<br/><br/>His own tastes favored red cliffs, hard rock and sand beneath your toes. Stories went, that was how the saiyan home world was like, so long ago. Maybe that was what drew his eyes, what made it stick in his memories. The call of a home long forgotten and turned to dust. Somewhere in his blood, though, he remembered the cradle of the saiyan race.<br/><br/>Then their was that look on her face, just before. Far off, tense but not quite to the realm of distaste. Tarrok knew her well enough that he knew she wouldn't agree to much she didn't want to do. If he had to pin a single word to that expression, it would have to be... guilt?<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"You okay?"</span>He asked.<br/><br/>Tarrok wasn't going to pry any further than she was willing to allow. If she wanted to keep it to herself for now, that was fine by him. Still, he worried about the feline in his arms. Even before today, and finding out how far exactly their feelings went. Strong hands stroked her cheek, between her ears.