Finding near immediate comfort and calm when she touched him, he let his left hand relax and released it's mounting tension.<br/>He'd probably been out for a good few hours trying to get it right.<br/>He holstered the weapon and let his hand glide over to the arm she had wrapped around him.<br/>Terrence grunted his agreement (or compliance) as she spoke of eating.<br/>Terrence freed himself from her one-armed embrace so he could turn to face her. Regarding her face, it was soft and smooth, she'd retained an almost innocent beauty in spite of the harshness of current realities.<br/>Terrence however, hadn't been as lucky. His beard - seeing it's only trim from a knife he had lost a while ago - was uneven and coarse. Thankfully it wasn't too overgrown. Maybe she would have a knife, being an military woman after all.<br/>Terrence still had a shard of mirror left which he could use, as crude as it was.<br/><br/>A small facial gesture escaped his face - it could very well have been a legitimate smile - when he looked down into her eyes. It was a one in a billion chance that they could have come across each other, but it restored Terrence's faith in the wheel of Ka. Or maybe it was simple fool's luck. Whatever it was, he was thankful, and he showed this by leaning in to kiss her lips softly.