[She lifts her head, bumps her forehead against his nose before pressing a light kiss to it.]

... I know. Pretty as you are, I really hate it, too.

[She wants his arms to envelop her. Wants his warmth to wrap around her. She just wants to kiss him and never stop, even after those horrible feelings and visions have gone.]

I know we've got places to be, and that we should keep moving, but... Can we... stay here a while?