He kissed her deeply and needily, feeling almost as though he was pulling her energy from her, helping to fuel himself after a long, frightening ride.

In payment, he opened up his mind wide, as wide as it could go with the walls blocking off a large section of it, and offered her everything. Pains, insecurities, secret adoration that he'd managed to keep silent. The thing he was loathe to call love, but grew so quickly and so strongly, it could only have been that emotion.

His mouth moved as they connected, words in his native tongue that his own mind, completely open, would've translated easily for her, if she desired it.