He doesn't know, or at least fully realize yet, how much of his emotion she can read so easily. He just knows that somehow she just knows he needs her close, and is good enough to comply. One more thing to love.

He dismisses thoughts of his upcoming departure for the moment, and focuses on the now of the warmth of her mouth, her body pressed up against his, the sting of her nails making the blood rise. He shifts his hold so he can pick her up entirely, keeping her close.