"Another smart move," Much said, feeling very wise and pleased with her decision and - all of a sudden and out of nowhere - feeling a strong pang of parting. Maybe it was sensible for her to just go, get as far from Ares and the War Dogs as possible, but Much selfishly wanted her to stay close. He'd miss her, really a lot.
He'd been missing her through her grief for a while now, he realised too, and passed her a glass. "How - how long are you thinking?"