It will work. It'll be fine. Any other result is unacceptable and therefore impossible.

And Shuri would never suggest it unless she was sure. She can take that right to the bank.

For now, she just sits and listens to him breathe, feels his soft hair slipping between her fingers, concentrates on his arm around her, holding her safe and close.

Above them, the stars spin, too slow to see. The camera shutter clicks.