It's an utter embarrassment to be so plagued with a fear of abandonment. She knows it's unreasonable-- it isn't his fault that he hasn't been here, and if he disappears again it won't be on him, either. But she can't help herself. The pounding of her heart when she woke up alone hasn't fully subsided.

"I think I could use a little," she says casually. It's not untrue. More, she can see what he's been doing and she knows how hard the exhaustion can hit, and suddenly, after heavy use of powers. Exploring the undersea caverns of Marilla had been a delight, but she'd definitely needed some contact to recover once they'd come back to the beach.

She scoots a little closer and hooks her arm around his without asking. Deal with it, Fox. Certainly it's somewhat bolder than she'd be at home, but maybe her time here has socialized her to be more openly touchy-feely; or maybe she's just that worried about him running himself into the ground, potentially more literally than usual.