Her laughter eased his mind, and having the chance to hold her again-- a chance he thought forever lost-- eased his heart. Her clothing was interesting, and the scent of roses that had always clung to her from her washing water was not the same; but the way she felt in his arms had not changed, and he revelled in it.
Finally, he leaned back just enough to see her face. He was about to speak, but found himself kissing her, instead.
They would have time to talk soon enough. For now, he needed this.