She gets why he stops her, remembering that his body is still badly bruised, a visual reminder of the hell that he endured. Sure he feels it, but it's not for nothing that injuries often don't hurt much until they're seen.

She watches as he positions himself, and moves to lie down on her back as close to him as possible so that he doesn't have to strain to touch her in all the right places. She looks up at him, her pupils wide, her cheeks flushed, smiling, so happy and so in love.

"I love you too," she answers. "So much."

More than she's ever loved anyone.