Fear is a gift from Nature. She isn't kind to us when we throw her gifts away.

[He chuckles, holding her closer to him. She's the only real source of warmth as he treks back, so really, he needs her to stick around for his sake, too.]

Certainly! Isn't it charming how it's the same colour but a lot more exciting? Well, I suppose the moon was more like grey, but personally, I like having an open space full of plants and wildlife where I can communicate with Nature and listen to her talk back to me. Ah, but how sad that there are few flowers here.