"Okay," Nebula said. It took her a minute to unfold herself from under the panel she'd been hiding, and her legs felt stiff as she stood from how long they'd been curled under her. She looked back at the knife she'd been using and considered taking it with her. She was still a little nervous, but Gamora made her feel safer and the weapon was probably too dangerous to take with her. So she left it, turned to Gamora, and took her hand as though it was an easy and natural thing for her to do.
"You'll stay with us?" Nebula looked up at Gamora and asked, her face innocent in a way it wasn't ever when she was older.