"You're so touchy," he says, surprised, but it's with bright eyes and an affectionate nuzzle against her hair, shifting so his legs tangle in hers. "I will like getting used to that."

His eyes flutter shut and he hums at her promise and her kiss. He can even believe her, wrapped like this, with how intensely she's been tending to him. Trusting him again after Piaget's lies got to her.

Her question confuses him though. "I'm healed, though you're welcome to check."