Her eyes tick from his face to his hands, before reaching up and slowly placing her hand in his.

And there's...nothing. Nothing but the warmth of his skin, his fingers rough from his forging work and still gentle. With a smile on her face, she slides off the bed and gets to her feet.

"Yeah," she replies just as softly, and lets herself lean into him - feeling the beat of his heart beneath her other hand as it rests against his chest.