Instinct says to let her do as she likes, for the moment, and so Loxley is still when she holds his face, and willing when she draws in close to touch her mouth to his. He presses a kiss in return, a hand high at her back and sort of half-keeping the blanket in place despite that it's slipped free everywhere else.

When that soft kiss ends, he presses a second in its place, similarly soft, briefer. His hand smoothing against the side of her neck, beneath the fall of her hair.

"Do you wish to talk about it?" he asks, without easing up on how close she's drawn them together.