That, that soothes her. Well, the words and the way he looks at her. Someday, she thinks, maybe she'll feel this strong and this capable without needing the reassurance. In the meantime she soaks it in like she's parched.

She trails her fingers up and down his back, gliding over where her nails cut him earlier. "Fuck, I'm glad I have you." A note of wonder in it, because she still doesn't fully understand how she managed to end up here in this perfect space with him.