"Aye, sleep, and food are good, and, well, other things, too." He had thoughts of many things involving beds, a wall perhaps, and maybe a shower. Perhaps a balcony? Maybe. He cleared those thoughts, barely, and focused on the now, arms around her once more.

"I feel we've been apart long, but every moment I touch and hold you makes it like we have been parted but a moment. And I desire not to be parted from you ever again."

He spoke fervently, softly, passionately.