He is. And he can feel it, too. A warmth across his ears, trailing down his neck.
"You're the only one who does this to me," he says. "Makes me red like this."
He presses his face against her neck. He's so grateful she's here, that he can press his skin against hers and feel comfort from it.
"I'm glad," he says. "That this worked out the way it did. Wynne told me that it'd be like this, that the two of us would--" He swallows. Maker. What to say?