[john doesn't know what she is thinking of, but he nods his head in agreement. he's thinking about cara. he's thinking about the many people in the lair who had their innocence stolen from them, their childhood stolen from them. they're forced to go into hiding underground. they are forced to run and to never have a normal life again.

their lives are constantly in danger, and they have powers they have to try to learn how to control.]

Wise people usually don't call themselves that. They're wise enough to not make that call themselves. [there's a tiny but warm smile on his face as he shakes his head.] A moment isn't very long at all, but now you're on a magic ship to nowhere... so I think you'll be allowed to take another moment for yourself. If you want.

[he understands how it can be difficult to relax, to let oneself relax and enjoy the ship or enjoy anything.]

If you insist. [john smirks a tiny bit teasingly almost before he nods.] I can do that for you, Relena.