[ His heart is finally starting to slow that rapid flutter, and Aleva has stopped buzzing in her frantic, invisible circles over their heads. But he still doesn't let go of her, just shifts to make his cradle a little less desperate and a little more intentional. ]

Because I care for you, my d— Collette.

[ One hand lifts from her back, takes to stroking her hair gently, and he lets out a long, slow breath to try and force some relaxation on himself. If his heart weren't partially inorganic, he's sure he'd have suffered a heart attack by now. Another kiss finds her temple, because really, it's difficult to stop. ]

Are you hurt anywhere? I'm sorry, I — I dragged you, that was— there was really no way around it. I'm sorry.