His eyes slid closed again as he gave her words careful consideration. Choosing the right word, instead of the hasty one. "I believe," he said finally, opening his eyes to meet hers, "That a short period of time should be sufficient. More than that is..." His eyes slid closed again as he slowly shook his head.

"In terms of time... it is finite," he finished quietly, his own head bowed. In terms of this place, in terms of his own life... Knowing one of them had a definite, unavoidable end made it all the clearer. "And should not be wasted."