Her breath catches and her pulse races when he says her name like that. She WANTS that, so much. The almost fondness a craved balm for a lonely heart and a body aching with want. If he looks at the right time he'll see it in her eyes, naked and plain as day.

It's harder to shove those wants back down than it has ever been before. "Skellig." He might notice her tongue giving his name the lightest touch of those feelings, despite herself.