[That question does wonders to sober her up. She goes still and quiet, hand slipping off the top of his head.]

It's a lovely thought. Us popping off somewhere unknown, having a new adventure together. Knowing what's waiting for me when I go back...I'm not against running forever.

[There's a slight pang when she realizes that actually does sound incredibly appealing to her. She has to swallow down the guilt she feels at the realization, and winds up sliding off his back so she can stand at his side instead.]

Would you actually take my hand and go if it was a possibility?