She snuggled closely in his arms, head against his shoulder, sighing blissfully. “Because you love me.”
“Because I love you.” He grinned and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, cheeks staining pink at the admission. “You…um…love me too, right?”
Rather than reply at first, she wrapped him in a projection of her love for him: warm and safe and sweet, fierce to protect him from pain. “Je t’amie, my wolf,” she whispered. “Je t’amie.”