Skellig allows his body to sink into hers. "It does," he agrees. "It is like we are one being, almost. Just with...a mess of extra parts."

It is an odd explanation, but he could be forgiven - his brain is a bit of a jumble, right now.

He yawns, and drags a light blanket over their bodies, covering them both. "I may sleep awhile, before I feast upon you," he warns. And that is likely the only warning she will get before he does drift off, content and safe in her arms.