Her grin slowly slips away.

She watches him carefully for a long time. Even if his face wasn't an open book to her, his body is telling her the whole story.

She lifts her head, draping her arm over him; gingerly scooting closer until she has him in something like an embrace, chin propped on his breastbone. She simply watches him, moving only to press a kiss to his heart.

At some point, her eyebrows arch.