She lifts up as he instructs, but nerves come roaring back when he speaks of it hurting. This is really happening. Her hands rest on his shoulders, a fine tremble going through her, that she tries to will away.

"It will hurt." She casts her gaze up, meeting his. "It's the way of it. I'll be all right."

She's reassuring both of them. It's just a thing that must be, and then it will pass. Her breath eases out of her, and she kisses him softly.

"I'm ready."