"You're welcome," he said, squeezing her hand. "You deserve it, I figured. We deserve it," he added. It was tough, forging a real relationship in the first place -- at least, it had always been tough for Nick. Add to that the whole island factor and all the weirdness inherent in that, and it was like a whole universe designed to make normal life as difficult as humanly possible. They'd managed it, somehow, and Nick wasn't going to ask questions; he was just going to be thankful. "So," he said, gesturing his free hand in a sweeping motion, at the clearing in front of them. "the place is yours, to relax, or sleep, or, you know, whatever."