As the adrenaline runs its course and sinks away, she's sobering up with the reality of what she's looking at. She runs her thumb over the fire opal, his words echoing in her head. He did all this, for her. He wants the blue ring ... to remind him of her, just as she assumes the fire opal represents him.

She's been coming to terms about how she feels through all of this, but she realizes whatever worldless, persisting bond has been growing between the two of them - there's been no deeper conversation. She looks up at him, more serious now, perhaps a little more guarded, as she holds the rings carefully.

"Why me? Was it just --is this just an extension of the mission, or ..." Or has she somehow touched his life the way he's touched hers?