There were some new scars added since his time spent here. He supposed it was difficult to prevent that from happening, but he had no choice in the matter. Luckily none were ever as deep as ones he left with in Westeros. Parting gifts to bring him into the new world and to ache and burn whenever his mind was unsettled or after a particularly bad dream.

Thankfully all that had become rare, and he sighed heavily from her attention to him, and he couldn't help resting a hand on her shoulder, massaging in encouragement as she explored his exposed skin. His mind was else where, wanting her to become equally undressed with him.