Fighting down the desperation of not wanting to let her go, Fareeha reluctantly pulled away only to find Angela's baby blues staring back at her. Fareeha couldn't breathe as Angela traced a finger along the tattoo on her eye. The Eye of Horus. Resembling many things, it meant protection to her. It was her promise to protect the innocent, to protect those that couldn't protect themselves. That promise had been failure after failure so far. That was the problem with fighting an enemy that could continuously replenish itself. 

But that wasn't what she focused on now. Nor did she want to focus on anything concerning the stupid war. She felt wonderful as Angela kept touching her. It'd been far too long.

Then she pulled away. 

Fareeha frowned when Angela pulled away. Her pale complexion turned a rosy red. It was cute. There was nothing Angela needed to apologize for. Yes, Fareeha would've forcibly removed anyone if they'd touched her like Angela did, but she was different. She felt like she could let her guard down with the woman. An uncommon feeling given present circumstances. 

Joining Angela on the cot, Fareeha pointed at the tattoo below her right eye. "Family tradition? Not really. I suppose I could see why you'd think that. Mother had one on her left. Her's was the Eye of Ra. In ancient myths, it supposedly decimated the enemies of the Sun God," she said. "I, however, have the Eye of Horus. Protection, health, royalty. It has lots of meanings. Not only symbolism but also to those that get the tattoo. To me, it's my promise to protect those that can't protect themselves. To save the innocent when it's within my power. I've ... been breaking that promise terribly as of late."

Staring at her small bag of personal effects, Fareeha got up. She bent over and searched her bag until she found a small doll. It was barely the size of her palm. She went back to the cot and offered the toy to Angela. "You know who that belonged to?" The doll was worn, a dark stain in its midsection. "A little girl I couldn't get to the exodus convoy. She was so close...!" Fareeha snapped her fingers. "Then gone. Gone. I'm no hero, Angela. I'm just a human placed under extraordinary circumstances. Even I make mistakes. Even I regret though the ESF would see me as a stoic, unshatterable woman ... They couldn't be more wrong."