She squeezed his hand gently when their fingers met and then proceeded to turn his hand over to slowly trace the lines of his palms. She hadn't had time to experience the small things since they met seeing as every meeting had been wrought with peril. His hands were larger than she expected and seemed to dwarf her own. Even the color of her skin was stark in comparison and made her, for a moment, see the elven side of her lineage. At home her coloring had always been human but here....she saw clearly that she didn't fit in either culture. She was simply....different.
"I'm glad you're alive." She told him, while still staring at his palm, "Truly. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't woken..." and she'd thought about it, too. Mostly she'd wondered how deep the crew's loyalty lay and if they were all contracted. If Opus died and there was mutiny her chances of survival were low.
And then he called her a cat and she chuckled, "Dao said the same thing." She said with mirth and a hint of fondness, "and no. I don't catch mice." She glanced up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.