"You should! It's true. I've called you a little angel, big-hearted, but dragon-hearted's by far the coolest. Your onesie should've been a dragon's," she snorted. "Can you imagine? Actually that might look pretty cool, if a little uncomfortable to sleep in because you'd need a tail and wings and whatnot."
There was a shift into a hint of tenderness when Juno smiled at Lennon now, and she turned on her side, legs still under her butt, and wrapped both her arms around him, putting her head under his chin. "Even though I don't understand it, I appreciate it. How you're always there for me."
What she left unsaid was how afraid she was that it wasn't as genuine as even he might think. That he wouldn't give her the time of day if they ever got out of here, or that he'd forget about her or get fed up with her eventually.