Lucy kept her arms as they were, one wrist draped over the other behind his neck, and she looked up the short distance into his eyes. "Ours," she repeated again, brushing a piece of his hair behind his ear once his eyes were closed, letting him gently sway her. She sighed, still smiling up at him, but hinted with just a touch of melancholy. It was perfect, yes, but it would have been moreso with Max there, or at least without the thought of his life being in danger; it was terrifying, even if she knew there was no way they could get Jude, to think that the brother she loved so much - as much - could lose his life like Daniel had. "It's gonna be alright," she breathed, as much a reminder to herself as saying it to Jude. "Just you, and me, and everything'll be fine."