"Yea." He went quiet, wishing he had good things to tell her instead. But the good things were in large part tied to their relationship. A point he was still trying to keep her from knowing just how deep it went. One arm unwrapped itself from around her to check one of his pockets for what had to be the umpteenth time since he walked through the rift. His most precious items were inside, mostly keychains. His fingers found what he was looking for and his arm came back up around her as he looked at his treasure.
It was a switchblade that had seen far better days. Ellie always had had it on her. It had felt partially wrong to take it from her body. But he knew it would please her if he managed to stab a Cult member or Khan or Garak themselves with it in her honor. His heart ached as he heard her voice in his head, a memory from the days before the shot. They sat in their little home making plans, checking weapons, figuring out what to take and what to leave. Their voices had been determined, their hands sure as they did their checks. They had no idea what would happen and how it'd change almost everything.