She squeezed his hands even tighter, her fingers would be bloodless by the end honestly, but that was a worry for another time. Now there was just the counting...

...and the growing scent of sun warmed wheat and ripe grapes? It grew stronger with each number and she actually found herself relaxing some, almost calm by the time they looked at the screen.

Of course she was.

Now what? She stared at Jason, waiting.