Luna had always been able to understand him better than anyone, and he sighed when she shook her head. He hated this, hated being still like this, knowing that he had to stay - until they released him, it filled him with a nervous energy, a need to move, it itched under his skin. "Yes I do." He nodded when she mentioned grillywrums. "Thank you." For staying, for saving him, protecting their children.
When she bowed her head, Rolf knew. They'd both been running on adrenaline for too long - keeping himself alive had been driving him since they'd left their home, now though, now that he was stabilized, now that things were quiet, it was hard to keep things out then.
He reached out, the move stretching and pulling at the newly healed cuts and bruises tight beneath the skin, and he curled his fingers around her cheek, calloused fingertips sliding across smooth skin as he stroked his thumb over her cheek wiping away the tears that had fallen. "We'll make it through this." He spoke softly.