It takes a bit of coaxing, and then she feels the flare of emotion in response to her words, and she draws a sharp little breath. She looks up, meeting his impossibly blue eyes and leaning into his touch.

There are no words, really. The odd sensation behind her breast bone twists into something sweeter, though still an ache. It has been so long, and it's not a little frightening. And the implications are clear: she is still human, still rooted in this world, and that in itself is a bit of a knee-wobbling relief.

Her eyes drift closed again, her cheek resting against his palm. Desire is flaring again, and she knows he's still not feeling well, so this simple touch will have to suffice.