He suspected that neither of them would last long in the land of the wake. The military was one of those places where one got sleep when one could and a missed opportunity could be paid for with one's life at a later date. Even with his muscles aching and his guts clenching almost uncomfortably, he took a great amount of pleasure of the freedom to hold her with his feelings exposed and the soothing nature of her presence with his own. "Yeah, they did, and you showed them every time." Actually, she got beat up a lot and he wandered into the midst and broke up the fight, maybe taking a punch or two himself. "I was never worried about you. I had your back."

He had closed his eyes by this point, just smelling her hair and resting in the cot that was probably supposed to be uncomfortable but felt like heaven to him right now. He grunted softly at her thought on what might have happened. "We would have all eventually died," he said simply, with a coldness that one had to develop in war, seeing friends and comrades die.