Wes nodded, understanding the deeper layer to her words. Once he'd finally handed off the tea, he stood in silence, watching her, sipping on his own tea. It wasn't awkward so much as heavy with the significance of what they'd both been through earlier in the day.

He wanted to ask her if she was all right. But he was mindful of how she'd called him patronising in the past. He didn't want her to think he believed she was any less strong or resilient than he or Gunn. She'd survived far worse in Pylea, after all. There was a part of him, however, which would never stop wanting to protect her from harm, no matter the cost.

"How's the tea?" He finally asked.