[ he reassures her that he's with her, and even promises to take her in the early spring. it's enough to reassure her, letting him relax against her as he makes himself comfortable again.

after all, she hadn't required of him that he be perfect, or empty his soul to her without hesitation. only that he pried his armor away, piece by piece. and he had done that, however messy a process it had been. he would tell her what happened on that farm when he was ready. she knew that much, and that was all that mattered. ]

I'll be there. [ quietly, pressing her lips against his forehead in a soft kiss. he was comfortable and warm, inches from dropping off to sleep. or so she assumed, anyway. ] But only if you promise me two weeks without interruption.

[ and she settles back into the pillows, amused. ]

I want a full tour, and you will need your rest.