The relief he felt was palpable. He knew she spoke the truth. He needed nothing more than the connection they'd shared before his pon farr had begun to know she wouldn't lie. Certainly not about something like this.
Yet there was more there, now. He could sense... something. He went still, focusing through the exhaustion on the new barrage of emotions that did not belong to him yet were now present in the back of his mind. They weren't all-consuming but they were there, especially when he opted to dwell upon them.
"You are overwhelmed," he finally stated. The realization was enough to make him shift enough to glance partially down at her, sliding his arm so she was laying upon it and turning enough on his side that his gaze could sweep across her form. His brows were furrowed, very slightly. There was faint concern that shone in his eyes despite his best efforts not to allow it to dictate his actions.
"It is to be expected," he said, "however, I believe you will become accustomed to it, in time." With a pause, he added, "And I am, of course, pleased, that you are not angry with me." Not that such a thing really needed to be said, but if there was one thing he'd learned in his time amongst humans it was that sometimes the most unnecessary of discussions were actually quite necessary.