They were words that neither had spoken aloud since that terrible day when her life had ended and to hear them once more from her…
He didn't think there was a way to truly describe how he was currently feeling.
How she made him feel.
Not that words were the way in which he usually expressed himself, and as he continued to hold her gaze he was relieved to see that she didn't expect a verbal response, because those three little word certainly couldn't sum up what he felt for the diminutive priestess. He settled on a non verbal response.
Actions spoke louder than words after all.
And he undoubtedly wasn't above a physical response to her declaration.
So he gathered her back into his embrace, reigniting the kiss they had just ended wrapping her in his own aura, his very soul, conveying to her what he felt words lacked. And she responded in kind twining with him until discerning where one soul began and the other ended became nigh impossible.
Even silence has a voice.