Easing up, because he could read that look a little, he stood before her. But before she could move a way, he placed both hands on her cheeks, and kissed her, quite delicately. Not because she was delicate, but because she had been skittish since he had found her. And he didn't linger long, before his forehead came to rest against hers.
"I will help where I can." He vowed. Wasn't that part of being married? Aiding the other when needed?