A similar thought, wordless and warm, is floating through his own mind. He wishes he could actually bring her into his mind palace, throw open doors and show her the things he's seen and learned over the years and had no one to share with. He wants to show her the extraordinary things that he's witnessed or wanted to try or imagined.

When she tugs at the duvet, he bends a little with her, just to pluck at the fabric and help her tug it up over them. His heart is still beating quickly, but between the afterglow and this intense emotional thing that's happening between them that speed isn't driven by fear.