A pause. Sharp, intent, and too knowing for his liking- this is her eyes pinning him with the very weight of her gaze. "Did you think I wouldn't need you?"
"Goddess, sometimes I wonder who really needed who." Soft groan. She's shifted. He puts his hands on her hips, tries to still her, but immediately realizes what a bad idea that is, and drops them like wildfire.
"I... look, it doesn't matter now. Stay." Please?
-And Kyp finds that he can't resist that, not really. So he bequeaths himself unto her again, folds like flimsi underneath the surprisingly gentle movement of her fingers. It's tender like nothing he's experienced in a very long time and that, more than anything, leads him to wrap her in an embrace. "Anything for you."
They both know the gravity of those words. Jaina returns the hug, something like relief but not quite filling her. "Thank you, Kyp."