[She hums in contentment, her hand slipping beneath his shirt to press against his stomach. Rubbing her palm in small circles, she smiles sleepily at the feel of him. It almost puts her in a trance, and she's quiet for a while as she just enjoys cuddling with him.]

I love you, Eddie. So much.

[She's unaware of the fact that his bringing her back has created a tether between them, a string of fate that binds them together. She cares about him on her own, of course, but his act of resurrecting her has amplified her feelings into something that feels like it might consume her. And with her head against his heart and her hand against his stomach, she feels so connected to him that she's genuinely happy.

There's ways to be closer to him, she knows. But isn't sure it's right of her to try for that when she was just throwing up dirt.]

And if you don't think I'm weird or gross, then maybe sometime can we...

[She hesitates, some of her girlish shyness from her previous life slipping back in.]

You know. Be closer?