Malia raised one hand, running it through the hair at the nape of his neck as she bent down to kiss his head. It was a gentle and tender gesture, and one she'd done many times back home. In her time.
She knew the darkness that was in him. She could feel it. And she wished more than anything that she could take it away. She knew that back home she helped to keep him from falling into it, but there was no way that she could ever take it away all together. Just like he couldn't take away hers. But together? They had more strength to fight it.
"Well, you in a warm shower is the best of all," she said, returning the tiny smile as she brushed her lips softly over his.