Flowers bloom in gutters, too. She doesn't know about the linguistic habits of his homeworld, but she knows it doesn't matter to her. Who he is now, and who he wants to become, are far more important to her.

"I know, silly." Frea smiles up at him. That's one thing she'll never be too tired to do. "I'm better for knowing you. Thank you for helping me remember to play."

If she's laying it on a little thick, it's because his ego is both vast and fragile and she wants to reinforce him as much as she can before she goes. It'll be a cold winter and she worries about him. The life he lives away from her isn't the best for his learning to see himself as more than a gutter trash smuggler, either. And she can see the reservation in his smile.

"Mmm, you'll make a wonderful legend. The perfect mix of brave and foolhardy, all wrapped up in the handsomest face this side of your galaxy," she teases.