"Wherever you want to go. Bet you'll have some real nice scars to show off on the beach once you're out of here."
She stares absently at the IV and wires coming off of Arkhip and is silent for a few moments, thinking, remembering. "Gods, I don't know what I would've done if you died out there. Probably... blamed myself for not doing more. Honestly, I'd probably be in here with you if Elu hadn't done something. Well... not with you, because you probably would have..." Her throat tightens and she breaks off. She pulls her hand away from Arkhip's and rubs her watering eyes. "...sorry, just tired," she explains. A half-lie.
Cualli considers telling him how she feels about him. His-- their-- recent brush with death urges her to say something before it's too late. I shouldn't rush things. He's probably under enough stress as it is. But the idea still tempts her.
She looks at the pilot's face. "Things back on the carrier... fewer and fewer pilots are coming back. Every time, I'm afraid that... maybe one of these days, I won't see your plane come back onto the carrier. Or I'll see your name on the list of missing or casualties." Cualli pauses to keep her composure. "It's... not a pleasant thought. At all. And I worry about it a lot. About you."
Her hands drop from her face to the edge of his bed and she stares at them. "Last night I guess it really hit me how quickly we can lose what we have. You almost-- Gods, I almost lost you, Arkhip. And..." Her voice wavers slightly and she swallows before continuing. "I... don't know if I'd be able to bear that."
Cualli takes Arkhip's hands suddenly and looks intently at his face. "Promise me you'll come back to me, Arkhip. Every mission. Promise me I won't lose you. Please." Her voice sounds almost desperate.