Ah, yes... The necessity of air. The expression of one's love can most-definitely be taxing on the breathing faculty. Shame, really. You take hold of a beautiful woman (or a strapping young man), and a few minutes later...the phrase 'But by that time, my lungs were aching for air' comes to mind. Their kiss was intoxicating, addictive, and most-desirable. Yes, they wouldn't want to stop, but as stated...you have to. Their lips parted and the two of them caught their breath, still looking into each other's eyes, still in each other's arms...and neither one of them wanting to be anywhere else but here.
All those years alone, he knew his life improved as soon as he had someone there, someone to help him and that he could rely upon. That was only a friend, perhaps even the only one in this world he would call family. But this was something deeper, even than a possible familial bond. Such raw emotion, such pure attraction. Her voice speaking his name utterly melted his heart, her eyes made him feel true focus as she believed whole-heartedly in him, and her warmth made him feel wanted, welcome. Exhaling gently from his nose, he whispered into her ear.
"Nashya...as long as you want me to, I'll be there... I love you..."
Guys say alot of things, sometimes, but Sano Alistair is actually a terrible liar. If he said a thing, he fully intended to keep to it. He didn't just want her as part of this mission. He wanted her to be part of his life mission, as in living the rest of his life, making his future happen.