Lithian lay there for a couple of minutes bawling like a child, before giving herself a mental shake. C'mon, there's shit to do...pull yourself together! While she managed to stop crying, she couldn't quite bring herself to pull free form Solara. She grimaced slightly as Solara stroked her bare head; she'd had her head shaved like this once before, when she'd first became a Whiteshield, and she'd never liked how she?d looked bald.
Lying there, she replayed what Solara had said to her. Now that she was a bit calmer she could actually process what had been said. I'm so sorry... it's all my fault.... Reaching out, she wiped some of the girl's tears way with a free hand. "No...you have nothing to be sorry for." She said after a moment. "I am a Guardsman, and we are the currency of the Imperium, our lives are to be spent in the battles against our enemies. All we ask is that they are spent wisely."
Sitting up, she took Solara's hand in hers, and looked into her eyes. "If anything, I should be thanking you...it...it was glorious." Leaning forward, she gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and rested her forehead against Solara's. "And thank you for trying to stop me from doing something rash...I-I was not myself."
Even though she was still very sore, and her body protested greatly, she swung her feet off the cot she'd been moved to after the surgery, and set them on the floor. As she embraced Solara she realized she was, once again, pressed up against the young psyker while stark naked; but this time she didn't care. While she sat there, feeling the most calm and relaxed she'd felt in a long time, something else Solara said came back to mind.
Lith, it's over... the fights over and my mother is back from the dead. I'm not sure how many we lost, but you're alive; thats what mattered most to me... Sitting bolt upright she put her hand on Solara's shoulders and looked her square in the eyes. "By the God-Emperor, and all the High Lords of Terra! How is that even possible!?" Before she could answer, Lith leant forward giving her a big kiss and a hug, that where she not still in her armour, would have threatened to squeeze the life out of her. "Well then why the hell are we sitting around here?"