Moonspear crazy hormonal fat whale

Maybe the place and the time elapsed helped, but she inevitably preferred the physical reassurances. Finding that he was not shying away came as a relief that encouraged her in the long run. After his initial coldness had originally unsettled her (that he had eventually contrasted with words of love), then events had culminated unexpectedly from there on out, it was a welcome change of pace. 

He seemed to proceed with a touch of caution though, but that was fine with her for now. She guessed it meant he was being mindful of her, her space, and otherwise considering everything that had happened with her hair-trigger hormonal temper there as well. It was perhaps in his best interest but she would be hard-pressed to compare anything he could do to what had gone on between her and Lazarus -- mostly thanks to dissociating from the memories as best she could.

She just wanted it to be right again, however that was meant to be for them now. Amekaze knew it was there, somewhere. It wasn't far. Their balance was still struck. She loved him, too.

So Ame growled softly because she could only say it through the smallest gestures. Although it was a course little note, it was done so approvingly and with fondness. She leaned into the touch with her ears splaying out, suggesting he continue as she curved her body against him.