...And just when she was getting up a nice head of irritation, too.

Regan breathes out, the corner of her mouth crooking reluctantly upwards, and tips her head slightly into his touch.

"I suppose."

She appreciates it, really. If grumpily, just now.

Slightly more tartly, she adds, "But that doesn't make the trip any better. I love you too, Gabriel, that's why I'm worried. It's a terrible risk."

And she can't--

She can, she could, but she refuses to even countenance the notion. Regan has her own core of stubbornness.