"Might be while," she says with a quiet laugh, sleepily curling herself around him as close as possible on reflex alone. There's the softest sigh of relief as his hand finds her hair, like his fingers in her hair were something she needed desperately. The lift and drop of it felt entirely too good and made her feel, well, safe as much as being tucked close to him did. Ril really missed physical contact like this so much it's a little startling, even for her. But she supposes it's not at all startling in the end. Most Antedans thrive on physical contact,though Ril probably does so more than usual.

Her own fingers touch his cheek lightly as if that somehow was the crux in convincing her he really was real. Ril hopes this time won't devolve into nightmares, at least not the painful ones.

"No more leaving," she half grumbles and it sounds like a lazy, harmless threat.