... Yeah. I remember. You told me we did the day we got here.

[He does remember that first day. All the chaos of it. The sheer relief in finding her. That much, at least, hasn't faded.]

[His shoulder knocks into hers again. Her focus on the goal of getting home, of finding her family, hasn't wavered. And that's helped -- it's helped a lot. Knowing someone that sure of herself.]

I believe you, though. Even if I'm pretty sure we couldn't actually lie to each other at this point.