Elizabeth, that Dr Weir, with whom she had less in common than she'd first suspected.

She leaned down, pressing kisses to Teyla's temples, lingering on the soft vulnerability of her neck. She remembers hearing Dr. McKay say Elizabeth was a woman that would 'go for the jugular,' but she had not listened. Elizabeth was beautiful and powerful and she was the only one who understood.

Even Major Sheppard, saddled with a command too big for his boyish smile and clumsy boots, could not understand what it meant to sacrifice your will for people. She had thought he would be her hero, like the men of the stories of the Ancestors. But he was neither just nor pure and tried to hide the very compassion that her father taught her dwelled at the heart of leadership.

Elizabeth had learned from books in a place called a university. But she had learned the one thing that made her worthy of Teyla's love: how to take pride in compassion and still be strong.

So it did not matter that Teyla would rather struggle against these restraints, that even a touch so fine could bring out the warrior spirit in her, because despite the grand illusion Elizabeth had turned out to be, she was the only one who understood.