Her eyes lit up at his response, at how perfectly well it corresponded with her own wish. She would have been a little reluctant to leave him, even though circumstances in their city were so improved. As wonderful as it would have been to return home and regale him with the stories of her adventures, it would be even more wonderful to embark on those adventures with him. She longed to travel through the countryside, to journey to the ocean, and see where the tide led her. But more than that, she wanted to explore a world in which he had the possibility to make decisions based on no one's betterment but his own.
"You should think about it," she asserted, looking out over the horizon once more. "Think about waking up everyday with no plans, no agenda, just the freedom to follow forgotten paths. To go where the wind takes you."
Life was a gift, but regret...regret was a poison. She couldn't imagine the regrets he must harbor, even after they had faced the worst and survived. The regrets of a leader were inevitable. But the regrets of a person who had always lived his life for others, never to explore his own potential...she would spare him that, if she could. As a child she had dreamed of wings of her own, but were it within her power, she would have willingly passed the gift of flight to him.