Slowly, Orithyia began to ease away from him. It wasn't fair to him - to either of them - to remember what it was like to hold each other and be close when she was asking for time, when they couldn't do anything about how this familiar nearness was beginning to cause an equally familiar ache. His hand was still in her hair, and she could feel the strands sliding through his fingers as she moved and it was... he was...
She closed her eyes again. "I'm glad you're here. I'm so, so glad."