Skellig nearly protests her words, but the way that she says them - says them to him - touches something deep and sharp in the hollow space of his chest, giving him a momentary pause. And he decides, that perhaps she is speaking the truth. He is worthy.

Internal thoughts pushed aside, he raises his weight into his elbows and knees, allowing his wings to flare wider - not fully, but close - as she strokes over his spine.

"So am I." He makes a pleasured sound, then shifts his mouth to work over her wrist and forearm, ducking his head to trail his lips along her bicep - strong muscles beneath the skin.