Oh, it was true, there had probably been many reactions in the history of time far better than this one. But Tahiri had to give a half smirk at his comment. "Truth be told, I was fearing far worse, so this," she waved a hand vaguely in his direction. "This is fine. Definitely better than alternatives."
Nothing had exploded, so that was definitely a plus.
Still, she glared at him slightly, one eyebrow pointedly arched. "Jacen, if we're doing this, which I guess we are because I don't think we have a choice otherwise, I am not doing it alone, so don't you kriffing dare go and explode this war and yourself in the process to end it." Because she'd seen that path too. What he had done to keep Allana safe. And she couldn't judge him, she wouldn't, but the idea of him doing that all over again did scare her.
"I'll never stop you being what you are, never make you fight yourself, you know that," her voice softened slightly. "But I need you right now. We're doing this together and that does mean you need to be alive. I need you to be alive." Not lost to the war, not lost to the Dark Side, not lost at all. "I mean I am absolutely terrified right now, so let's just all take a few breaths because I have no idea what I'm doing."
This wasn't normal. They weren't normal. They were so far from a normal couple, with normal wants and fears. Technically, she was still the mistress, his apprentice. And while she did, really, love Jacen, it wasn't the simple love, the easy to define love that other couples had. They were hardly the most stable environment for a child, even aside from the Apocalypse, but what other choice did they have?