“You’re so reassuring-” Leia gave a soft laugh at his frank dismissal, and he got a small sort of tickle to the stomach for it too; merely a tease. Oh she didn’t resent him, or even his words, she hadn’t been looking for reassurance. But, he was being slightly more literal than she’d really meant. Without choosing Survival, there was only death. Even so, the building something, well that was a little closer to the mark, build something, work toward something - have, well a reason behind it all. Right? Or at least, something greater than simply existing, letting time pass. “Mm- it is. It just becomes all very routine.”
Again a strange complaint, a strange need to seek more, no one welcomed difficulty or struggle, but he seemed to understand, in a manner anyway - that in no way could work in a shop could provide the same sense of fulfillment or use as adventuring, or seeking the unknown could.
“All of those things count.” Leia agreed as he voiced the good of their trip with a small sigh, feeling his hands travel across her skin, and settle on her hips, and she gazed back at him. “Something of our own design anyway-” Leia mused with almost a sense of pride. He’d said it well enough before, these moments and this trip was just theirs. On the matters of exploration, they had quite a lot of world around them to access, and they had transport - though really, this seemed enough, and Galen listed with what seemed thoughtfulness what more there was beyond the water, but stalled, rather suddenly, perhaps Leia shouldn’t have said anything, but she wasn’t quite willing to let it go.
“Or what?” She asked with a sense of curiosity to his words that had trailed off, the way he’d started to blush, the fact he was avoiding eye contact were in ought to be indicators.