Just a few? ( She teases, gently. ) I do what I can. By the way, I remember we talked about hovering once. We've not tried it yet, though.

( Her free hand ghosts up along his side, her touch soft, light. Kara turns her head briefly to place a kiss upon his chin, his stubble tickling her skin pleasantly. National City has a dark underbelly. But overall, it's a much brighter place than this city can be on a good day.

If she can bring Oliver some joy, then it's more than enough for her. )

It is tougher here than where I live. But you still go out there and do what you can. Day and night. I admire that a lot. You're not the only lucky one here.

( The kiss is reciprocated with a tender press of her mouth, but otherwise, it's all too brief for her liking. But rather than protest, she rolls over to warm the spot he'd vacated, leaving her own for him to settle into; it will feel as though a fire had been lit there.

She presses back against him when he returns to her, and glances curiously down at their joined hands. Then, her cheeks flush, and her eyes feel misty. They sting as though tears are imminent. And they might be. Kara sucks in a deep, steadying breath, and meets his eyes. )

It's beautiful! All the more because you made it. Can you put it on? Please.

( Gingerly, she lifts the tawny fall of her hair, and leans over to kiss him. )

Thank you. I'll treasure it, like I treasure you.