Final Fantasy X-2: Into the Rising Sun
The metal under her heels made sounds like bells as she walked over to where Baralai was sleeping at his post, curled into the leather of his seat. His breathing was easy and face smooth, light playing over his features. Beyond the windows of the glass in front of them the sun, still hiding behind the horizon, was teasing the sky a shy pink and orange. Paine smiled at it, thinking back to days where she had watched the sun rise on the Celsius every morning.
Nooj's approach was told by the sound of metal on metal as he made his way from the hall into the room. He never stayed in bed long after she rose and hadn't for quite awhile. "So much for our navigator taking the night watch."
"The autopilot can handle it," Paine said. "Gippal made sure."
Baralai shifted and mumbled, but didn't wake as Paine stepped up into the pilot's seat. Nooj reached her and placed a warm palm on her back. "I suppose Baralai has extensive plans on where we'll be going today, prepared before his nap."
"No." Paine stared through clouds as they passed them. Under her, the faint vibration of her ship—their ship—set her more at ease. "Today's the last day before we go back. Today is just going to be for us. No sphere hunting today."
Nooj tightened his hand on her back. "Where do we feel like going?"
Paine just smiled back at him, and shrugged. "Wherever we want. As long as it's together, right?"
A smile—not so rare as they used to be, but pleasing to her anyway—crossed Nooj's face. "That's correct." He raised his eyes to look ahead, glasses glinting with a brand new sun. "Take us away, pilot."