[ She doesn't try and hold on at all, drawing her hand back as soon as he lets go. Her focus comes back with it . . . though her eyes linger on the faint glow of his chest before fully looking up. ]

Fifty-six minutes.

. . . I haven't been with the Moria long at all. Just since this morning. They said . . . we wouldn't be docked here for much longer, though.

What are you looking for?