He wouldn't let Megumi touch her.

His hands were tender as he undressed her and let her soak in water.

His eyes were wild with grief as he cleaned her.

Her eyes never left his.

He fed her himself.

He constantly touched her as if to reassure himself that she was still there.

He refused to sleep in another room.

At night he would sit with his back against the wall, his sword in hand, those amber eyes watching her.

She had nightmares and he would settle her in his lap.

She slept peacefully when close to him.