Qebhet let Much cling for as long as he needed to, making no move to break away. There was so much tension in his frame, as though he was straining under the effort of holding it all in. Maybe he was. Whatever had happened to him, it had affected him badly, and it had been just a few days. And still he'd come tonight, and done his best to pretend everything was okay. Had that been for her sake, too? Because he hadn't wanted her to think she was being rejected?
Stars, how could he ever think he wasn't enough?
She didn't say anything else, just held him, her breathing soft and steady, her cheek pillowed against his shoulder, silently willing him peace.