Her hands splayed across the back of his head, the nape of his neck, kneading soft and soothing into scalp and skin. Night Sky laid another kiss to his temple.

"It's okay, baby. Don't be sorry." It was enough she almost suggested just going back. This camping trip would work just as well within the safety of the garden. But she didn't, if only because she thought he might fight against it. "What can I do, sweetness? What do you need to make this easier?"