Stein let out the breath he was holding, glad Colt had forgotten about that talk, before making his way to mess.
When Colt entered the billet, it was dark and quiet.
"Colt...?" Saya called, sounding almost scared to call out. When he entered the bedroom, Saya was sitting up from her side so she could get a better look at the door. His pillow was close to her chest, and the sidearm he had left her resting under her hand. When she registered it was him, she smiled and put the gun back on the table as she pushed herself up. She was in her old slave dress- no. It looked like it but it was different. Some old and worn button down three sizes too big for her.
"You're home..." She said, holding his pillow tighter.