Wheeling Gull Isle And basically I've gotta know

For a while he reveled in her affection, his eyelids eventually growing heavy and closing over his eyes. But, worried thoughts slowly began to creep in and break through his contentment--questions he probably should have thought about before he took things this far, but he had only been thinking with his heart, his mind's logic long forgotten in the emotion-fueled moments leading up to their love making. He wanted to ask her what this meant for them, but he thought it might be too pushy. More pressing was his concern for her, and that was something he could inquire about. He probably should have asked sooner, but he had only just regained the ability to speak. His eyes opened, and he silently watched her for a few moments before speaking. How are you? he asked quietly, reaching over to where she worked on his coat and offering a nuzzle to her cheek.