Teyla is exhausted, but she doesn't want to close her eyes; she doesn't want to ever give this up, this feeling of peace and contentment and belonging, of warmth. And, she realizes, stroking her daughter's soft head—she doesn't have to. This is hers: theirs, now. They've circled the world a dozen times to find home right back where they began.
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Teyla is exhausted, but she doesn't want to close her eyes; she doesn't want to ever give this up, this feeling of peace and contentment and belonging, of warmth. And, she realizes, stroking her daughter's soft head—she doesn't have to. This is hers: theirs, now. They've circled the world a dozen times to find home right back where they began.
You've made my morning, thank you!