"None that I don't have to take," she agrees, forcing herself not to let her heart just crack open at the way he nuzzles at her, the way he holds her like he doesn't know how long it will have to last as a memory.

Because they don't know, yet.

He's been so strong for her, though, so many times, that she's able to keep it together, to reach behind her and undo the top of the dress enough that she can peel the lace down a bit. "Less itchy," she murmurs, and presses her face into his hair. "Think you could rest here? Like this?"