I looked at her with a naked tenderness. Emmaline always took life with a devil-may-care attitude, but she seemed more contemplative here. I should never forget she was, at her core, a woman who had been thrown across the imperium and used for other's gain. It was something I should always keep in mind. I didn't think she was about to burst into tears, but this was all clearly new to her. I spoke a modicum more softly. 

"I've only been there three times," I admitted, sipping my drink. "And only once since I became an Inquisitor. I've been on Bahometus's trail for years now." Kronus requisitioned the world for what he often joked as a place to 'retire,' but I knew he acquired it for my sake. "I think it's been twenty five terran months since last I saw it, but I get missives from there every now and again from my staff stationed there, when I get back to one of my hubs. It's lovely. I wouldn't necessarily say I take a vacation, but we can only find and change so much wrong in the galaxy, and if I have no leads, I would like to be some place comfortable." 

"It's your home too," I said carefully. "I'm too stubborn to die or let someone die on my watch." Especially to that bastard, I thought to myself. "When we get there, you'll be able to shop and travel around to your heart's content. Perhaps not with unlimited funds, like now. Inquisitors have carte blanche in a sense, but our peers keep us in check. If I started throwing parties every night for years rather than doing my job, that might be frowned upon. But we'll have enough to where you wouldn't really need to think on spending too much." 

"Tell me about your home," She said, looking as if she was far away. 

I told her of the manor. It wasn't massive, but it could house two dozen staff in the outer buildings and could suit a family of eight in the main house. It was nestled on the outskirts of the small city of Corbah, near the main continent's massive river system at the apex of its estuary. I told her of the asteroid showers that fell three times a year, and the two red moons that waxed and waned with the seasons. There was fishing and swimming, shopping and even traveling festivals. The most important holiday on the planet was the Day of Bounty and The Festivals of Fruit, where the trees and flora were always seen as suitable to be picked and the following fortnight was full of parties and the most outrageous but tasty fruit recipes one ever had. By the end of my little guide tour, I realized I had not eaten since hours before I had fallen asleep. 

"You hungry? We can go and fetch something from the kitchens and eat somewhere, or we can bring food in here..." 

Admittedly I wanted to simply eat and spend time with her, and I imagined I was transparent in that regard, but I also didn't want to bore her. I couldn't tell if she was just out of reach still, or even if she wanted to go elsewhere. I wouldn't stop her if she did.