Putting aside the nightmare for the time being... If you do not go South, then what will you do? What will your plans be? Regardless, I intend to go with you, whatever you decide.

[ Perhaps she does not need to state it again, but in case Paul has missed her determination to stay with him, she does not hesitate to state her intentions. ]

It- It will be nice to have a moment together with you again, almost like the moments we shared on Caladan. [ Except this time, they will be in his tent, and they will be mostly unobserved. Bastila would be lying if she said that such a prospect did not excite her in a rather girlish sort of way. ] I do not mind sharing one with you; do you mind sharing one with me?

[ She tilts her head to one side, looking at Paul with a questioning gaze. She most certainly has feelings for him, and in this moment, she is letting them run wild, or as wild as she dares to allow. At the very least, there is a look in her eyes that should suggest that her feelings go quite deep indeed; whether he can determine that for himself, she decides she will simply have to wait and see. ]

Your mother? [ Here, Bastila's expression shifts into something harder to read; perhaps it is not hard for Paul to read it, but her own feelings towards Lady Jessica are rather complicated. ] I will be glad to see her, of course, but-

[ If she were standing, she would scuff her toe against the sand as a sort of deflection. She does not wish to be put through more of her paces, nor be subjected to more Bene Gesserit training. She is glad for what she knows, but she does not necessarily wish to learn more. ]

I am glad that she is still with you. With us. [ That can still be true at the same time as not wishing to have more training forced upon her. ]

I do not see others around us now, just you and me, Paul.