The ground was cold, damp and uncomfortable against her cheek, but Ann didn't care. She was alive.
They were alive.
She glanced over to Eil, lying beside her. He was dead to the world, chest rising and falling as he slept. She surveyed their new planet, eyes falling on the seedling of Makaiju. Both were small, young and frail, in need of nurturing.
This time they would get it right, she decided.
Eil's eyes fluttered open and he reached for her, Ann smiled and moved closer, letting him drape his arm across her.
The ground was cold and damp, but her heart was warm.