"So, let's pretend this is our first date, you're a stranger to me, I'm a stranger to you," Karlach said with a grin, shifting around on her chair and leaning forward excitedly. "What are your hobbies? What do you like to do?" Of course she knew all those things already. You'd spent weeks together talking non-stop. But she wanted some sense of normalcy... she wanted to get to know you the way everyone else gets to know their partners.

Not over a bloody battlefield, not stitching up wounds and blurting out confessions thinking death would silence the feelings forever. "What about stuffed animals? What do you think of them? I have a bear named Clive." She was trying to think of something normal in her life she could tell you about.

Karlach smiled and took a deep breath, "I'm bad at this. I'm so bad at this," she cleared her throat and sat back in her chair, trying to keep herself from panicking. "You try, um... ask me a normal question, I'll think of a normal answer. I could tell you all about the first eighteen years of my life."

As long as you were happy she would be.