Once he let her in she flooded that room, with pictures and feelings. How he made her feel when he looped his arms around her time after time, as she slept. Her claiming him in a bed that had once been hers, wings domed over them both. How she felt when he listened to the horrors that had come in the two short years since their meeting.
And finally Feyre shared what she felt, when she looked back, and he was behind her painting what he could in their hallway. What it meant. It wasn't as obvious that she lay her heart bare, but it was there in images and emotions. And a feeling as simple as being safe.