There's not a chance in hell she's explaining anything. She's never been more thankful for him to fall against her bed as she is the second he does it, and it's not long after he gets situated that she's shifting to lay at his side. It's become second nature to move in close, resting so her head is on his chest. Her hand rests against his chest, fingers splayed out. They rise and fall along with his breathing, the rhythm of it quickly lulling her into a sense of tranquility.

"Maybe tomorrow you'll be able to feel more than just pressure."