Naea smiled mildly, taking a moment to listen to Kami. Yes, those were really nice things to want and have-- and for two years, she had that with David (when he wasn't doing whatever it was he did that she didn't know about; and maybe she preferred it that way). He had been a rock when she needed it; and she would severely miss the tracing he did of her tattoos on her back.
"I completely understand. You have to put into it what you want to get out of it." Unless, of course, you were David. Dammit, Naea-- burn his shit and get on with your life. Move if you have to. No one said you had to stay here.