Gahereth reaches around to try to work the fastenings at the back of her dress; after that kiss, he leans in to kiss her throat. He's willing, for now, to stop thinking about it, to focus on Lianor, on the comforting safety of their little kitchen and how ordinary it is, on how she's just as lovely as the first time he lay down with her, she always has been. Small and perfect and his.