His hands shift as he moves to hold her close again. He's never heard her say it, but he hardly needed. He knew she loved them already. You didn't travel with someone for as long as they had without growing close. That she'd never felt that way before, well, it's startling. It's sad, he realizes, and he holds her tighter, letting her cry on him as much as she wants. He kisses her forehead.

"Please don't cry. He knew already."