"As lucky as I am that you found me," she whispers back as she strokes him. It feels true, in ways she can't explain.

"My Skellig," she breathes against his lips as they part from the kiss. They are connected, she is sure of that, even if she doesn't understand how.

She keeps stroking as he comes, remembering what he did for her. She looks, well, she looks SMUG if we're being honest. And vastly pleased with herself.