A soft smile as his hand rested on her cheek, the warmth of his body against her. Her scent, pomegranates, and the rain.

"Am I lying then?"

An intensity to his voice as his face hovered so very close to hers. The icy wintergreen of his breath.

"Have you not found comfort, and respite from the loneliness with me before? Have your tears not stained my shoulder while my arms held you? Are you not warm?"