I watched Diana. She stood tall, commanding, but there was that flicker of worry in her eyes as she scanned the crowd of survivors.

I glanced at Diana, she stood with confidence. Yet this worry on her face as she looked down at her people.

I reached for hand, letting my fingers curl around hers.

"You let go fast" she said, her voice light, teasing- but there was a softness there I couldn't ignore.

"Had to go save some people. How'd you know?" I asked, a small laugh escaping me.

"I could feel it" she shrugged, like it was nothing, like she wasn't carrying the weight of everything that had just happened.

I didn't answer right away. Unsure of what to say, what to do.

Then I held her hand a little tighter.
"That better?" I asked, letting my eyes meet hers.

She looked up at me, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"For now" she said, before turning her attention back to her people.

But I didn't look away. Not yet. My eyes stayed on her, still set on her, still caught by her stubborn strength.

Maybe she'd never see it, but standing there, watching her, I realized two things:

1. We were about to face a fight bigger than anything we'd seen yet.

2. Somewhere along the way, I had fallen in love with Diana.