He stared up at her in uncomprehending surprise, eyes wide and pained. "Oh mon bel cœur... your timing. At least before I could be worthy of you." He had so much to atone for and even though she pulled a large chunk of War out, the kernel was still there, festering. She could toss tanks when in the mood and now she was shaking with exertion, pale enough to make him worry. "I would hold you as long as you asked," he breathed softly and pulled her in as gently as possible. She still had the effects of En Sabah's gift to him in her and if his fever heat could be useful once, now would be the goddamn time. "Shh, rest. Remy has you."