She returns his kiss and kisses him again, and again, and once more for good measure. They aren't the scorching hot, desperate, needy kisses of earlier; she takes her time, relearning the shape of his mouth and coaxing out the sounds he makes that she loves so much.

When the last one breaks she only pulls far enough away to look at him, her eyes warm and fond. "Do you want to stay here tonight?" she asks. "Or do you want to wake up to your first morning as a free man down at the hut? Either way, I'm staying with you," she adds.

Just in case there was any question about that at all.