I spread out and settle back on the pillows, reaching for him, guiding him with me. I don't regret trying to stop his sword earlier, but I very much wish my hands didn't need to be bandaged right now. I want to touch him, cup his cheeks in my palms, and really feel him.

I do cup his cheek though, and let my thumb brush lightly under his eye. I sniffle, again, but my eyes are dry now, I'm just caught up in emotion. In loving him so much it hurts.

"You mean more than the world to me."