Her words came out in a stutter as she attempted to quell his concerns, but they did little to put him at ease. He let her roll over and close her eyes before he attempted another sign of comfort. He put his hand on her shoulder, her actual shoulder, and let his warmth run through her.<br/><br/>"I didn't want our first meeting to be like this." His voice came out a whisper and he didn't know why he spoke at all. "I've searched so long." Part of him hoped she didn't hear him.<br/><br/>His hand fell to his side and he brought himself to his temporary bed. As he lay wrapped in his blankets his thoughts drifted to thoughts of Ama. From her face to the way she saved his life, every aspect of their meeting replayed through his mind. Before his closed for sleep his mind went to a very specific moment, when he came from the facilities in nothing but his skin. Was he mistaken or was there a look of more than just embarrassment in her face? Jrax'eer tried to shake the thoughts from his head, but with no success. Was it a look of being flustered? He again tried desperately to remove those thoughts, although this time it worked… Only to leave the thought of caressing her... Mountainous peaks. Again another rather inappropriate thought crossed his mind, but something about her bosom felt so… Inviting?<br/><br/>It took all of his willpower, but he managed to push the sensations out of his mind. He rolled to his side and stared into the wall of the ship. He waited, impatiently, for sleep to take him. He was thankful in his last moments of full consciousness that he had finally found her. He only prayed that when he woke she would still be there.