She lifts her hand to his cheek, gentle as she can possibly manage. She feels that ray of hope and echoes it back to him, like a crystal glass struck, reverberating in harmony.

She stands, carefully setting the mug on the table, and leans up to press a soft kiss to his brow. I would kiss your lips, but I imagine they are still tender. A quiet pulse of amusement. Only means more kissing later.