It's funny that he's the one with all the calm strength, the one who's always solid and steady. Five minutes older, and worlds apart from her. With soft words, he reassures her, it's okay, it'll be okay, he's here, and she's stronger than she knows.

He wishes he could say he missed her, something to make things even, giving her a reason to feel truly reassured. There's a little flash of that hazy memory of his last moments, fleeting worry about Theta, and whether or not she'd be okay without him. Ten months. Ten months she's made it, and he's proud of her.