Had she been living any other life, Elyria might have hesitated. Hells, even having lived the stifled life she had, she probably should have hesitated. After all, it was a big risk to go travelling the stars with some comparative stranger. Anything might happen. But maybe that was part of the appeal; to feel that uncertainty, to not know what was going to happen next.
Besides, for some reason she trusted Milo. Maybe it was because of how he'd arrived, taking the role of saviour to so many, Or I was that warm, sincere smile on his face. Or maybe it was just that whatever risk he posed, it was worse than the living death of stagnation aboard the fleet.
Either way, she didn't hesitate, not even for a second, in placing her hand in Milo's. Her heart was racing, excitement giving her a bigger rush than spice ever could.