She thinks, when she remembers it the next day while tending the healing whip wounds and changing his bandages, that perhaps the evening had been just as much for her sake as his, and on impulse she lays a kiss at the base of his neck. He makes a startled sound but says nothing discouraging, so she does it again, and his head drops and he whispers her name, pleading and sad, and she doesn't think she should do it again, even if he does reach awkwardly around afterwards to squeeze her knee in a gesture of clumsy intimacy.