"Um – it's –" Much smiled at her, uncertain, because Qebhet's place seemed so gentle, and there was something very tender about it, and her, and part of him was so, so craving gentle and tender, even as part of him was firm that he didn't deserve it. But... but Much had never been very good at talking himself out of what he wanted... "Uum – maybe? I mean, it'll be fine, I've had way worse... But maybe?"