Heather was absolutely sure anyone else would have quaked in their boots had he done that to them in any other context. He made her quiver in an entirely different context, when he did it to her. Fear wasn't even on the radar.
She didn't resist her urges though, when she reached out and touched the front of his shirt with her free hand. Even if she didn't grab onto it like she wanted to. "I know you did. And I..." The typical words felt so inadequate in that moment. She stepped into him, even if it meant she had to look up at him. "I love you. That's why I worry."