( there's a minute before una nods because even with all of the little admissions and conversations that she's had recently opening up about home, about anything illyrian is hard. she's unused to it and even with someone she dearly trusts is afraid of some consequence of it.

but una can appreciate the gesture even if she doubts that it would ever be possible, that she would go home )

That would be nice. ( she takes another moment, debating whether to change the topic or give him something. they're here, far away from starfleet, and there are others here that have gently probed her for information, that she's spoken to with. starfleet isn't here, the consequences that una fears aren't here. it might be the only time she could tell him anything )

There are certain hills I used to climb that had the clearest views of the stars. I hope they haven't changed.