Laurie went soft and pliant in his arms as she curled in against his chest, breath still rapid and shallow. With a finger tracing his jaw slowly, she turned her head to lightly place a kiss against his jaw, smiling at his words. "It was. I do like your airship..." Poor Archie. She doubted seriously he'd taken this kind of wear and tear into consideration when building the ship, but it was sturdy nonetheless.
Curling her fingers lightly against his cheek, Laurie stroked her thumb against his skin, content to stay like this until he decided he needed to pilot again.