Is she always so reliant on the comfort of his touch, or is that linked to the need, here, for synchrony? She can't guess. Doesn't want to confront the question or what it means. The truth is Mulder is more necessary to her than she can explain, and having him here-- whatever he looks like-- is like a small bone being set, the restoration of a missing puzzle piece.

"You need to keep an eye on your manna," she reminds him again, but she's not that worried, not as long as they're together. She doesn't intend to let go until she's certain he's all right. (Never mind the fact that they've been joined at the hip already long enough that he can't possibly have exhausted what he's got. They're going to be rich at this rate.)

"I didn't find it so instinctual." She pauses. "Though... I don't have to breathe under water, you know."