[ it does the same to reassure her that it's not just the blood, considering she's been taking his blood since he got here — or arrived in marinanova, that is, since they're no longer present in that dome. while sookie is confident in her feelings, she can't help but feel slivers of doubt from time to time that make her question the validity of those feelings due to the nature of blood bonds. when lafayette has those kinds of dreams about someone who kept him chained in a basement... but it's not the blood. the blood only serves to amplify what is already there.
when he goes off in old norse, she can't help but smile. sookie can't understand a word of it, but it's the way he's saying those words that brings tears to her eyes. she doesn't have to speak a dead language to know those are mutterings of love, devotion, relief, and gratitude.
she draws back enough to press her forehead against his, her legs wrapping around his torso for better purchase while he's holidng her up like this. ] One day, you're going to have to teach me how to understand all that.