[tossing the knife away, carelessly - but not so far away he can't get it back later! she's so considerate - and hauling herself over beside him, breathing hoarsely but contentedly through two holes, one of which is sealing up at a visibly measurable rate as she moves.]

[there's a peaceful smile on her face that's utterly at odds with her appearance, and she leans in against his shoulder, almost but not quite nuzzling.]

[she waits until her throat is mostly sealed up again before speaking a word.]

... anywhere but my head and heart, Acedia. I'll let you touch me anywhere you like, any time. But for those, you need permission.

[the worst part is, the offer's sincere.]