[ Her stomach flutters and chest swells with a familiar warmth when he murmurs against her skin. Words like that are few and far between with him and she's learned to cherish them when he does say it. Not that he needs to. He knows he doesn't. Just like she knows she doesn't. But sometimes it's very hard to hold them back and it's always something she longs to hear from him. ]

I love you too.

[ She says it softly, quietly, as though there are a dozen more people in their huge tent sharing secrets and whispers and she only wants him to hear. ]