If Ashley thought being resurrected was startling, Andros had some more new for you. He'd died a couple hours after he first arrived. Which, admittedly, wasn't actually his fault. Damn island. No doubt someone would tell Ashley before long. Probably Freya. Or Astronema if she felt like bragging about how she pushed Andros off a cliff. He wasn't planning on duplicating that failed experiment until he had more data.

Ashley hadn't been the only one to point out to him that he probably needed to give her some time and space. He hated it, but they were right. She needed to think, figure out who she was and what she wanted, especially here on this foreign place.

"....I know." Andros moved his thumbs against her hands, tracing gently. "I hate it, but I know." He let his forehead rest against her own.