Tarrok gave her a quick squeeze as she passed. Not something he expected, but certainly not something he protested. He gave her a passing scritch as she got from one side to the other. Tried to be helpful while he was in the stall with her, she had a bit more to work with than him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I think we can go light. Something easy to set up on the spot. Maybe something that'll cook fast, at most?"</span>He pondered. A small ki blast could generate a fire enough to cook something. It was a basic survival tool, back when he was doing land wars as part of a unit. Either way, he was mostly going for the company than the treats.<br/><br/>Likewise, it was hard for him to keep his eyes off her. Even if he had to occasionally devote more attention to getting something out of his hair. Water trailed down her own slim body, outlining her shape and volume in glorious detail. Keep it together boner, we'll never finish this otherwise.<br/><br/>The saiyan wasn't stupid, as thick headed he might be. He had a very good idea what she wanted him to say. Tarrok did trust her, with his life and his happiness. After so much bitterness, though, it was... hard to come out with it.<br/><br/>So he did what he could: Draped his arms around her, lift her up just enough and kiss her like he meant it.