Warning burns in the back of his mind, but he can't quite remember the shape of it.

"It's ne'er safe," he whispers, mostly to himself. Sweeney's eyes dart up to her, hoping it'll help put things in perspective. His expression softens. There's warmth. Comfort. Stillness.

The feeling of her lips wrapped around him. His gaze falls, almost embarrassed. It's like for a moment he isn't sure where to look. "I...I think I'm not s'pposed ta look for you." He feels like he's reminded himself of this before. "I think...I think yer s'pposed to...come to me." That's awkward. Doubly with her being here now of her own volition.