He purred contentedly, nuzzling his chin against the top of her head. He was behaving - and really felt - almost like it was a dream, the woman he'd come to care for so deeply lying atop him in bed, forgiving him his sins and choosing to be close to him. If it felt like a dream, why not treat it like one and just..enjoy it.<br/><br/>His hands continued to rub softly over those sweet swells of her rear. Even after the long ride back to the village, Damita smelled so..clean. Almost pure. And no matter what he had taken from her, in his mind she still was. Not in any way that absolved him from blame..but she was still herself, still strong and loyal, despite his behavior. She would be a good wife.<br/><br/>"Now that I am up.." - that playfully accusing tone still evident- "feel free to let me know if I can do anything more to help you be comfortable."