"Hey," Don murmured, running his fingers gently through Mora's hair. "Hey, we'll figure something out. We'll go to the healer and we'll make sure you're healthy and... we'll figure out what we want to do. If we want to, you know... get married. Or not. We'll figure it out. ...Whatever happens, I'll take care of you." He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes.