Skellig sucks in a sharp breath when she mentions taking him to pieces beneath the stars, holding it in his lungs as the thought briefly overwhelms his senses. His voice wavers slightly (in a good way) when he speaks.

"I...I would like that, very much."

He exhales, cuddling closer.

"And yes, we should rest awhile." He nods softly. "And eat...perhaps after a rest, we could explore this island further, a bit?"