"I would stroke your chin, if I could." Dany wasn't a touchy feely kind of girl, until it came to someone she cared about. One might say love, but she wasn't in love... yet. But feelings were there. He made her happy in this forlorn place.
Her hand still held on to his neck, tilting her head up, she smelled the air like a dog sniffs when it smells something delirious. This was the best feeling in the world more invigorating than her run with Dyson the other day.
"You are a fine man, Erik. Even though you don't think so. I do." She continued to stroke his hair in an attempt to get the debris from his hair.