She couldn't help the long, slightly skeptical look. "Not when you're in command," she said softly. There would always be that distance between the one giving the orders and those carrying them out.
She'd always said that she wasn't a nurturer, but here she was, holding his hand and listening to him as if she was. But it wasn't so hard when she really did know exactly what he meant, and when the curl of his fingers around hers was comforting warmth as well; no, they weren't completely alone, no matter what they'd done.
"Worth fighting for," she said quietly. First name usage was as rare as touch, and almost meant more. "You're welcome, Phil," she said. And this was the point where she should extract her hand...but she really didn't want to.