Her hand covers the back of his and she holds very still, eyelashes fluttering at the feel of his fingertips along her cheek. Words fail her. She should be asking all sorts of questions, gathering data, getting feedback.

She swallows, but it doesn't help. She hadn't realized how terrified she was until just this moment that he would take this from her and leave, never to look back again. But his touch... she can't stop the flow of tears.

She barely manages to choke out, "How does it feel?" Beneath her words, he can hear her relief, her overwhelming joy, and the deepest wellspring of her heart overflowing.