He accepts the thanks even if his initial instinct is to hush him, because he does know him. He knows it's more than reassurance - it's release. None of the hurt from before is here with him now, none of the feelings of isolation and betrayal exist in the small space between them. He nuzzles his head against his and licks his lips absently, still tasting Ram on his tongue.

They really should tidy themselves up. He can give Rama another gift now though, and turns to extract himself from the embrace. "Stay there," he murmurs, slipping out from their tent to fetch what they need. His legs shake slightly as he walks to the lavatory and back; Jesus, what a time they've had.