She frowns at the look on his face, but not out of sadness or grief. That look makes her warm with longing, with love, and she buries her face in his chest to stifle the feeling of sadness that comes along with want. Because there are no guarantees. Not here.

"I want to see Chicago," she mutters. "I want to see Chicago with you. I want to live with you and meet Ray and treat all of the people who need help." She can't help it. The words come out in a breathless rush. "I want to marry you, Ben Fraser."