The way he says her name makes her heart clench. So soft. So full of... she isn't sure what it is, but it's a deep well of it that is impossible for her to ignore.

"...you are mine."

These are words that, in another context, or at an earlier time, might have filled her with rage. But right now, in this moment, they are words that fill her with something else, something unnamable bursting bright and warm in her chest.

I love you is what she wants to say. Instead, all that comes out of her mouth is a whisper of, "Thank you," as she swipes her free hand under her eyes. Slowly, tentatively, she leans into his side, her head on his shoulder if he'll let her.