Afterwards - much later, dry and clothed and stubbornly by his outdoor fire, having had to draw their aquatic adventures to a close sooner than he'd have liked given his own strength and the chill in the water and the air - Ambrose would be hard pressed to describe exactly how it is that he feels. Perhaps to avoid having to, then, he says little; more gradually than the sudden ability to ignite behind waterfall, he seems to have a sudden knack for finding Leila's skin as naturally as anything when she's within his reach.

Just- to see that she's there.