"Garrod," Tiffa whispered, drawing the young boy's attention.
"Yeah, Tiffa?" He answered.
"Were you ever scared when you were piloting?"
"A bit, yeah," he admitted.
"Then why did you keep doing it?" she asked.
"Because I wanted to do my bit to help the Freeden. And you," he said.
"Oh," came the response as she rested her head on his shoulder, looking at the Moon above them. "But you don't need to pilot anymore, right?" Tiffa asked.
"Nope. Not anymore.
"I'm glad. I don't want to lose you, " she admitted.
"You won't lose me, I promise," he told her.
"Good."
