She is focused, wholly and profoundly, on him only, though not quite overwhelmed in the same sense as before (she hadn't expected to and isn't disappointed, though she is left sizzling a little). The heart of the matter is that she now has a good -- very good -- memory to start rewriting her history. Maybe she should call it 'their' history, since just now she can't imagine anyone else, though that... seems a tad intense. One very pleasant and satisfying step at a time.

"Holy shit," she says blithely, a fitting review of the day if you ask her. She kisses wherever on his face she can reach without moving, then plunks her head back on the mattress to catch her breath. Soon enough the air will cool and chill the sheen of sweat coating them and they'll need to move, for now this is just fine. Perfect.