He set his arm around her and traced his fingers down her side, stuck between awe and regret. If he'd only done this ages ago, maybe they'd have had more then a life between fear and desire. He kissed her forehead and smiled, "when my legs cooperate I will find you food." He grinned at her then, "And I love you. Always." He always treasured it when she said that. "You know if you really like this place, I can probably get it for you?" He wouldn't mind spending the money on it if she truly liked it and needed a place just for herself.