She was not quite used to walking so slowly with him but she would not be angered by it. After all, he was still ill and if he did not feel able to walk at speed just yet then she would not be angered. She would simply continue to support him as much as she could without making it seem so. As she would for the rest of her life, for as long as they had together. No matter how they were together of course even if she rather wished it continued to be like this. And perhaps things would develop as nicely as she wished.
As they stopped however, and the door did not open, she looked to him straight away. Was he having difficulty? She had noticed his left hand causing him bother, as he probably knew, and did not think on that. She should have stepped forward and opened the door for him even if it was not considered the most normal thing for a woman to do. But before she could tell him to stop and let her get it, he went ahead with something which surprised her and gave her hope at the same time.
Christine moved in closely at his insistence and her eyes went bright in excitement and hope. His hand on the back of her head was so unexpected and so incredibly welcome. Her heart began to race and she smiled shyly at him. She just wished to keep him well and if that meant forcing him to rest then so be it. She had even been planning a meal to place at his lap as he rested. This had not been on her mind for now.
And then she was shocked again by his actions. His lips were on hers and not at her doing. He was kissing her. She melted against him and slowly let her arms run up his chest to his shoulders. A sweet kiss with so much within it. So much hope. So much love and lust and need. She did not pull away at all and would remain like this for as long as he would allow her.