She can tell that he feels bad, and that concerns her. She crawls up his body, kisses him, gently. "No need to feel anxious darling," she assures him. "No need to rush to anything. The body has its own whims about things."

"I would be quite happy and content to kiss you and hold you for hours, I promise. She wraps her arms and wings around him, kisses him softly on the lips. She's pressed against him, warm and soft and HERE.