She sighed softly, content, almost when he put his other arm around her. It was strange, just a minute ago she'd been bawling. It was funny what a rescue did for a wounded heart. "This is pretty darn comfortable." She promised.
"You're probably safe from others smelling you too. Unless they have guard dogs." Maryanne chuckled softly. She actually thrived on scent, and sound more than sight. Though he was definitely nice to look at. Especially in spandex.
Turning her face just enough that she could look up at him without taking her forehead from his chest. "Sorry you had to find me like that. A whole lot of guilt comes with realizing you're letting go." Of course, she was only talking about herself.