This was...it was nice. Warm family feelings had been so very alien to her. It was what made the struggle with the Guardians, and indeed with Peter specifically with Peter sometimes, so hard sometimes. Even Drax seemed to grasp the concept of family better than Gamora did. She couldn't remember that far back, she couldn't remember what it was like to be as young as Nebula was now, before their life had turned into what it had. She was glad to not be back there now, that the two of them could share this moment, and she held her hand tightly to indicate that.
"I promise I will stay with you." And she meant that down to the bone. Honestly, Gamora would have been hard pressed to leave Nebula's side for anything at the moment. She would even try to play the games with her and even curtail her usual frustration. Gamora understood how important this was, she might not have known how to act really but she did respect the gravity of it all. It was why she was going to try so very hard to get it right.
"And you needn't worry about the knife. It will be crowded but I am well respected here. No harm will come to you." That, at least, she said with pride and ease. She didn't always think she deserved it, but the Guardians did have a reputation. "If the crowd becomes too thick for you..." She paused, thinking back again on people, on interactions she'd witnessed. "Would you like me to carry you?"
Honestly, it was probably the most awkward question she could have ever though to ask Nebula and yet here they were.