Roe nodded and carefully swept Tegan up. This was not a display of anything more than the strength the body possessed, there was no hint of otherworldly abilities. This he did himself. He was warm, but not burning to the touch. It was the warmth of comfort, happiness, at being in a certain place, with a certain person. He debated internally another small use of abilities, and he felt it justified.<br/><br/>Roe created a small pocket of air, the same temperature as the room was now, and held it around them. Then, carrying Tegan as if she where made of porcelain, he started to the bedroom. The pocket followed them, and like blending water with two different temperatures, Roe eased the transition from the steaming bathroom to the cooler house.<br/><br/>He had not moved fast, enjoying just the feel and moment of carrying Tegan. It was something simple, something honest, a rarity in his long life. He moved into her bedroom, a grin as he though "Didn't we just start here?" and over to her bed. He looked at her once and then crawled onto the bed, still holding her close.<br/><em><br/>Are you very tired Tegan?</em>