He handed her one, smiling with less self-consciousness than he'd been able to until now. The truth was, he was a lot more worried about how they'd pass the time--he honestly had no idea how he'd done it the past several years. It had just existed, floating by him like the rest of the universe.

Making his way out into the sunshine, which lent less warmth than the appearance of it, Luke stretched a little, easing residual tension from his muscles. He could feel a host of little aches and pains he'd never noticed before, but along with that came other sensations. The breeze on his face. The smell of the ocean. Had he simply... not noticed?

They walked back up the path to the clearing that was theirs now, not his, and when they got there he set his canteen down and gestured for her to sit opposite him. But this time, he held out his hands, placing them palm up on his knees as he sat. An invitation.