It's downright relaxing, going out to shop with him, picking up groceries for the night... it's the perfect domestic picture. She takes a moment to savor it, because she'd never thought she'd be able to do so again.

As she guides him back to her apartment, she hums contentedly as she swings the arm holding the bag she's carrying back and forth. Not singing this time, her mind's too busy pondering other things, but still perfectly musical.

"It's not far. So, what have you been up to since we arrived here?"