[It's very clear that she's not completely settled on this from the look on her face, but she does her best to push it behind her and not think about it at the moment. Not when he's here.

Sheryl leans against his chest, an arm over his shoulders, as she follows his gaze to the setting sun.] It's beautiful, isn't it?

I always thought they did a pretty good job of simulating it on the fleets, but the real thing is so different.