Illya shrugged, making a noise in his throat. “Rogue and I went swimming and then hiking. This place, it is paradise.”
He wasn’t sure if he deserved a place like this, if he deserved a break. True, he had been working hard before he’d come here, but the change from being a spy to being nothing at all had been abrupt. Sometimes he still didn’t know what to do with himself. His body wasn’t made for inertia, and some part of him felt guilty for not working, even if he had no control over the matter.
He turned his head towards Solo, looking at him in the semi-darkness. “We need a mission.”