Where his mouth twitches in amusement, her lips press together in an annoyed yet very resigned line.

"I can't deny that," she admits as she draws her hand away.

And it's only then that she realizes she'd reached for his hand. Huh. She lets go and leans back into her own space easily, less a pulling away than reclaiming her own body from the way it had seemed so keen to offering up any support it could without her permission. She still wants to pour more of her life force into him so badly that it's like an itch she can't scratch, but maybe it would be better to do it in stages. Maybe it's true that too much all at once could overwhelm him.

... Wait.

"Did you say hundreds?"