He's teary again, kissing her hard and smiling and smiling, not expecting how quickly she'd agree. And when she pulls back, eyes trained on him, voice so affectionate as she sings his praises he can't help feeling bashful, turning to kiss her palm.

"I could say the same of you," he says, pressing her damp hair behind her ear, loving that she's wrapped in his arms and his dressing gown. "Smart and kind and brave and adventurous. Spirit too stubborn to break." He admire her greatly. Was humbled she enjoyed him back.

He's weak, though, and he knows sleep is coming again, and so he sighs, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tight to him. "You fit so wonderfully in my arms," he murmurs. And his dressing gown. And his life. He kisses the top of her head, hands running affectionately over her. "I hope you know you're stuck being held all the time now." He doesn't think she's going to have any complaints though, and as he falls asleep, his head is filled with all the things he wants to do with her.