She felt so<i>right.</i>It was a sensation that words couldn't describe, the comfort and familiarity of her embrace something he had missed without knowing for years. His hands lifted to her sides, holding her back as he let his eyes close and his shoulders relax. Her voice was soothing, and the scent of her so near made him want to let go of all his worries. At her touch he looked up, eyes opening again to inspect her face. Her eyes, her jaw, her lips--he had been here before. He had been this close to her before. He knew it, and all the lyrium in the world couldn't convince him otherwise.<br/><br/>She would do her best to heal him. She would stay by his side, no matter what. He wouldn't have to wander alone. She spoke of magic and he heard, but in that moment gratitude and desire alike overwhelmed him and he stood, slowly so as not to jar her. His hands moved from her sides to her face, gently turning her head back to face him, and his lips lowered to press against hers, hesitant at first but deeper after a beat that let his instinct guide the motion. Even then it was soft and careful, a cautious kiss for all its sincerity. When it broke he pulled away slowly and let his hands drop from her cheeks, down to her shoulders. "If you think that your magic can ease my dreams, then I won't say no," he told her quietly, voice just barely trembling.<br/><br/>His hands dropped away entirely. What was he doing? Suddenly awkward, he eased around her and picked up the pack he'd bought, turning it over in his hands, bending and folding it. "I'll, um. I'll sleep on the floor tonight." He paused as he surveyed the wooden panels, covered in part with throw rugs. "Not idea, I guess, but still more comfortable than a cot in the tower," he said, attempting levity.