Without the steadying presence of his hand on her wrist, Fallon shifted back into her corner. It was colder without the additional weight of her blanket, but Fallon could always retrieve the quilt from her bed if she grew desperate enough. Lachlan was comfortable and alive, she couldn't ask for much more.

His question, while expected, caught her somewhat off guard. Fallon still wasn't sure how to phrase the thoughts swirling through her head without coming across as odd. Sighing, she poured more whiskey into both their glasses and looked down towards the amber liquid. "Do you find you need more physical touch now? It never phased me before, never even thought of it as something I was missing, and now I can't spend more than ten minutes around someone without wanting to hold their hand or ... I don't know. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"