Her body is her anchor, her connection to the world. Every scar, every ache, every shift of weight, every breath, reminds her that she is connected. His skilled hands and his knowing touch knit her to this flesh in the most delightful ways. The warmth of his skin against hers drives away the perpetual chill of the Gloom, and when he hits a particularly tight spot, she lets slip a quiet moan.

Someday she'll explain to him why she cherishes his company so much. He reminds her what it's like to be human, and why she chose this form over the myriad other options she has available to her.

But that day is not today. Today, she is just going to lie here and let him work his own brand of magic.