His eyes slide shut as the water drips down, trickling past his eyes and down his cheeks, but his tongue still feels leaden. What is there to say? The weight of the past night still reverberates through him, seeking an outlet and he isn't sure how or what to provide it.

But there is this, at least Her presence is a comfort he can allow himself, and to surrender himself to her mercies is no hard ask.

He does reach up to take hold of one of her hands, silently pulling it forward and kissing the back of her knuckles, almost reverently.