She felt him before she caught his reflection in the mirror. Her eyes took in his expression, and she wondered.... was it the same god she'd found comfort and familiarity with in the room built just for him in a ship among the stars? Was this the same god she had kissed and... and yes, loved, for the last few months? (Longer. Longer.)
She turned and looked at him, her eyes skimming his face and touching the curve of his lifted eyebrow.
"Hello," she said, uncertain. Why wasn't he reaching for her? Why wasn't he... But she had no idea how to even ask. Did he remember what they'd just been through? Had he been through it at all? There had been a point in her past when she wouldn't have asked such questions - but she'd seen more than this world could now offer, and she knew that it was quite possible he wasn't even the same version of the god she'd held to every time she could find him.