Ronon watched her investigate her gift, all the while kicking off his boots, wrapping Jennifer's blankets around him and managing to take up a lot more bed than was strictly necessary.

"Open it," he said, settling himself in. He thought she would like it - the painting wasn't of the city itself but of the view from one of the towers, falling down on to one of the many peers and emphasizing the ocean - a familiar sight to any who had called Atlantis home and one Ronon had missed even before he had painted it.