He knew it, of course, but that was one thing he stood to listen time and again. It felt so sweet when falling from her lips, no longer spreading a sense of discomfort or outright dread at the idea of having to talk about his own feelings.

It was freeing, come to think of it. He didn't feel trapped or pinned down so much as if he could breathe properly for the first time in months.

"Bones was... heating up some water," he mumbled against skin, arms holding her tightly, as he regained just enough strength to be able to carry her to bed. "I can ask someone to come prepare a bath for us."