Redsand Canyon seems a pity not to take a chance

Ruenna met his gaze warmly. He requested that she do as she wish, and she nodded after a brief hesitation. She wished to make Mereo into something more than a military base, and Germanicus knew this. He placed an enormous amount of trust in her, overriding his own misgivings by allowing her to add her own design to Mereo's overall schema. Ruenna would not let him down. 

The conclusion of the discussion of names was, perhaps, and unexpected one. She would not take his name, and he would not take hers. Instead, they would both assume a new name. "We will all be Redsand," she confirmed. She might have pushed her nose into his shoulder warmly, had he been within her reach. Had they ever touched? She thought no, but she could not recall for certain. It seemed like it would be a gesture too heavy with implication, if she was to limp to his side and break through this invisible barrier here in this room where the single bed loomed so conspicuously. And so Ruenna stood rooted, although her tail did swing in appreciation. 

"Oh no, that isn't necessary," Ruenna rushed to confirm, eager to dismiss any notion of a public ceremony. Mereo was not the place for such things, and she and Germanicus were not the people for them, either. 

He offered to find her something to eat, and Ruenna wondered if he was seeking an escape. Did he have need of a new refuge, now that Ruenna occupied this one? 

"Thank you, I would appreciate that," Ruenna confirmed, allowing him to take his opportunity to play provider or escapee, whichever one might be most relevant. "I also could make use of a hide, if you have a spare," she requested, her eyes falling reluctantly upon Germanicus's bed. Both of his hides appeared to be in use. Perhaps she would set herself to the task of making up her own pallet. A larger one. One they might share together, in time.