His head rested in her lap as she leaned back against the rough bark of the tree. The night sky above them was partially obscured by branches, but she could still see the stars, and she let them comfort her as best they could. Her fingers ran through his hair almost without thought, and she wished that he was conscious - his voice always soothed her, even if he wasn't saying anything important.
She knew that rescue was coming - whether it would get to them in time or not was another question entirely. Forcing that thought out of her mind, she swallowed hard and looked down at John for a moment before looking back up at the sky.
"Have you ever been to Rome?" she asked, her voice hushed in the stillness. She smiled. "I think you'd really like it there. There's so much to see, you don't even know where to look first. And the food..." Her mind drifted, playing out a scene where they walked through the streets, her arm linked with his, the heat of his body soaking through her skin.
"We could go," she whispered. "Just you and me. The next time we go back to Earth, I'll take you, okay?"
It was only the wind through the trees that answered.