The first thing he felt was her lips brushing his temple. The heat of her breath, the words he wasn't quite conscious enough to understand. The sweet sound of her, though. The strength of her arms. Her hair curtaining around them. He was home, in the only way that counted.
The raw power of his past lives draining away always left him bone-weary. This time must have been especially bad. The earth beneath his back was shattered and damp, the air far too still. Her fingers curled as they clutched his robes. There were no other sounds but them.