"Death can't keep me down. I'm too stubborn to die. Still have a few things I want in my life before I feel like I would even consider it." He could feel the emotion in the air grow heavier, and then she started to move away from him. That was before she made the small patting gesture, and he knew what she had wanted him to do. Curling his own head into her lap, he felt some comfort in her actions as her finger nails started to work through his hair.

"Death isn't going to stop me from living my life. I'm not afraid of it, I embraced it many years ago. I still have much more things keeping me alive, and I won't allow myself to die until everything, I feel, is taken care of." Slowly he tucked one of his arms underneath her knee, almost using her leg like a pillow. For the first moment in a long while, Joran allowed the silence to take over the room as he just lay there, content with the moment.

"We should probably stay a week... You know, just to make sure." Turning his eyes up towards her, he gave her a lopsided smile. "I mean, I'm sure you have some stories you could tell, and the rebels aren't here yet. Not to mention... This might be the best job I have ever been sent on. This has to be the best mission you have been sent on, strictly because I am here." His lips turned up into a smile as he started to rub his head into her leg in a very cat-like manner.