Dejah smiled and gently reached over and stroked her fingers over his head and down his neck.

"We cannot get to Barsoom from here - not the proper Barsoom anyway - without a mirror from a Thern," Dejah told him.

Mars was Mars, yes. But it wasn't simply a matter of getting into a spaceship and going there. Her Mars, her Barsoom, was a bit different, required that particular transport in order to get to Helium.

"I don't require the blessings, this is a special case, is it not?" Dejah smiled. "I'm happy celebrating with you."