Lena picked her head up once more to look at Chris as he gave them some light; there will still tear tracks glistening on her cheeks beneath her eyes, which were slowly turning back to green once more, but none of thids bothered Lena, as she couldn't see it for herself. Only a faint hint of purple remained in her eyes as Chris took her hand. I need you, she whispered, reaching up her free hand to lightly touch his cheek, before, for right or wrong, Lena kissed him more deeply than she previously had. And she knew that was where she was supposed to be.