[He shivers, just a little. Six years as a monster and more as a hermit before that have left him touch-starved in ways he's barely aware of, struggles to process anything other than the pain, the way a starving child will throw up rich food. But he doesn't push her away.]

I think it's C'Rizz we're both glad of, underneath.

I've said, a little. But it's the sort of thing that's distressing to be thanked for.